Mental Health

Rise
The girl I used to be... So ₛₘₐₗₗ. She never knew the 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤 we'd fight... ⛈️ She never dreamed we'd stand this ᴛᴀʟʟ.
By Sara Wilson3 months ago in Poets
Would You Choose Solitude Over Loneliness?
You'd rather spend an afternoon walking confidently on your own than be lost in a world built for two. You'd rather live peacefully alone than keep agonizing over his reasons.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
Joy Of Pain
Pain is a guiding light in the dark— a way home for the grief-stricken and burdened. It is a comfort known only by the living.
By K. S. Wren3 months ago in Poets
The Draft Folder of My Life
My inbox has a small, dim country called Drafts— unmailed letters, half-born thoughts, whole lives I almost chose and didn’t.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
burn in hellfire
don’t know what to say don’t know what to write but if i don’t get this out i’ll never feel right. i honestly don’t understand
By Courtney Ann3 months ago in Poets
Have a Day. Content Warning.
I wish it wasn't your birthday I would take my dagger and run it up your belly I would let the cold blade sink into your chest
By Tanya Lei3 months ago in Poets
The Burning Bush
The Last Flame is always important But the First could not be forgotten... Here eternity was sparked on earth, Once more, making Himself known
By Shirley Belk3 months ago in Poets
MONROE SUCCULENT P.1. AI-Generated.
Monroe succulent, also known as chubby little stone flower, has a natural, gentle beauty. With the light green color of the leaves, the pink, white, and yellow colors of the flowers will brighten up any space.
By HieuDinh3 months ago in Poets
Why Do We Need the Hardship to Appreciate the Happiness?
Life is inevitably filled with helplessness, unavoidable realities, outcomes contrary to our expectations, and unattainable pursuits, all of which can leave us mentally and physically exhausted.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
I lied and said I was fine
I wasn’t subtle about falling apart. My friends saw the cuts. The red marks on my arms. The way I curled inward, making myself smaller than I was.
By Bea Button3 months ago in Poets
Lovesick Lament. Winner in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
I’m slipping—losing track of things you said I’ve never been a fan of long goodbyes Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead
By Paris Rosemont3 months ago in Poets
Fire Escape for My Thoughts
I built a fire escape for my thoughts on the back of my mind like a wall, iron-rung ladder of midnight doubts where the loudest worries crawl.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets