Maine pucha ek swal khud apne ap se he sachme pucha sawal apne see hee kii tuu rhh lega jinda is matlbi duniya me jwab bhi khud se aya kii yhi dekhne ke leye syd paida hua th mai


shipra

myra

3am Thoughts

Heelo namste
What's up? How's Sunday?

Acquaintance

We're gonna have we're gonna have a good day 
and all my homies gonna ride today 
and all these mommies look fly today 
and all we want do is get by today

Happy

Life's a bitch and then you keep living. 

How to put it out there. I'm usually the one to help people out and listen to their stuff and give them advices, but lately I've been failing at that. I never know what to say, how to react to someone's problems,  how to console them. It's like I'm running out of words to say. I also feel like I'm getting rude day by day, is it just a teenage thing? I kinda wanna go back to the way I used to be but at the same time I don't know how to and it's driving me crazy.

Conflict

It’s okay if your heart needs more time to accept what your head already knows

Depression

Where you all form? I feel like I'm an outsider between you all

Ok, so today, I wrote a note to my brother's 'fRiEnD' and said stuff like," Hey he wants you to leave him alone." And," Hey, stop bothering him, he doesn't like it." This b!tch found the word kill yourself in my letter, like, da fuq. That's so messed up. I cut today because I got insecure, my mom found out, and when I walked home I was in tears, I texted my mom telling her to get the razor off from on top of my mirror. I wanted the razor gone before I got home so I could not harm myself more than I already did. So, I'm in my room crying right now. I really messed up, cuz the 'fRiEnD' started spreading the news about me telling him to kill himself. It is annoying.  I have to deal with this as well as I have a Spanish quiz tomorrow.

Self Harm

DEEP PRESSED END.

As I revert from tension
With a twisted mind
Like a broken ankle.

So messed up
To the point I think,
Am I dead inside?
Or just fragile.

With time being outlined
As a figment of medicine,
No curse is so vile
Than to be in denial
When we're hurting.

I developed
A thick wall and thin skin
I decided
To hate all,
Just to feel pleasant within.

So they say
The darker the darkness
The brighter the light
But what's the point?
Right?
If We're all dead inside.

Poem by Hope Hellen



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