Broken

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A true diary...
It's about my life. My stupid shitty life. The pain and misery, loneliness and depression. In real time. Real things that happen to me and real feelings and thoughts.All Rights Reserved

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Poetry♠️♥️♣️♦️ (Please don't copy. All texts are written by me and belong to me.)

Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Excerpts of A Chaotic Mind by Emotional_Cookies

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind. The thoughts and emotions I battle and the imaginary scenarios I dream up sometimes. Think of this is as my own public diary. . I will warn there are some themes surrounding mental health, self harming thoughts and actions, and talk of traumatising events. Please check tags for trigger warnings.

To have the idea of living life without peril is futile.

The End Of The Road by LifeIsMeantToBeLived

Poetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just that much more torn apart To see me With my sadness open and deep And all my secrets for you to keep Maybe it'll even make you happy These are some dark and sad poems I wrote up. The later ones are about my real life and most of the earlier ones are made up. This is me basically pouring my heart out, so please no hate! - Alexandra #917 in poetry 12/18/14

Sometimes you have to get lost in order to be found... I'm needy. I'm broken. Cutting breaks through my numbness, but only opens more wounds. Depression, bullying, self-harm...that's my reality. Sex and guys...my escape. The space between the truth and lies is blurred leaving me torn, lost and confused. And while the monsters that live in my head try to beat me--the two men that I love try to save me. This is my story of friendship, heartache and the grueling journey that is mental-illness.

My mind is the only place where I cannot be hurt but before you read my poetry you are stepping into my mind you can judge me all you want at this point of life I do not care anymore!! -T.P.📖🖋

I've tried to release this pain in so many different ways; But writing about you seems to be one of my faves. I don't understand how I find closure When I know it only lasts until the poem is over. Somehow it feels like some sort of imaginary relief to my reality. As if, the pain I feel only exists until the words are free. I know how crazy it may seem Because the heartbreak will always be there; And I will never un-feel what you've done to me.

Through My Eyes: A Story Left Unfinished by qeyla_aes

I never planned to write this. But life has a way of spilling onto pages when there's no one left to listen. This is not a perfect story-it's messy, full of half-finished thoughts, mistakes, and moments I wish I could forget. It's the laughter, the heartbreak, the silent nights, and the words I never said out loud. Some pages will feel like home. Others might hurt. But this is me-unfiltered, unapologetic, and real. This is My Diary of Life.

I use this as my diary. I write down all my thoughts and I hope it'll help me.

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