Catastrophe
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Greeting Insanity
I find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes them seem a fool Placing me in a cell of plastic A cubical of my own destruction The world fades by Repeating Hazy Just because I'm what they call Crazy I see white White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's stereotypical It's defective It feels Repetitive They first discover my "condition" A problem to them When I flung a can of paint Screaming My throat bled Ear piercing Agony ricocheting off the Plain Crisp White Walls As I released the inner me Congratulations On greeting my insanityComplete
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫.
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.Complete
Just A Mess
I'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book covers poems from 2017 to 2019.Complete
𝔉𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 ℭ𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 .
' 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 - 𝙹𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎́ 𝙰𝚒𝚔𝚘 .Complete
Sad Poems
a variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really cringe or triggering)Complete
𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲
|𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲| /𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻/ 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 "𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹."Complete
I find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes them seem a fool Placing me in a cell of plastic A cubical of my own destruction The world fades by Repeating Hazy Just because I'm what they call Crazy I see white White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's stereotypical It's defective It feels Repetitive They first discover my "condition" A problem to them When I flung a can of paint Screaming My throat bled Ear piercing Agony ricocheting off the Plain Crisp White Walls As I released the inner me Congratulations On greeting my insanity
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