Mental Health

Disappear into yourself. Content Warning.
Be prepared to walk slowly away from the group Ever so slowly away From those who never cared about you From those who you realize you’re better off without
By Pamela Dirr7 months ago in Poets
Are We There Yet?
There are no "ifs" in life, only outcomes. As long as you've tried your best, that's enough. Time passes, life goes on; we must accept reality. All experiences contribute to our growth. No matter what happens, face life with a smile. The people and things we miss will eventually teach us to cherish.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Under My Skin. Content Warning.
I still feel you squirming burrowed deeply inside of me realizing that’s why tears keep flooding out of me absentmindedly
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
This Is Important
“Remember to take care of yourself. You can’t pour from an empty cup” SELF-CARE is just as important as caring for ourselves physically.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 months ago in Poets
A Familiar Madness
These dormant emotions They keep waiting silently They are always there Patient, for when a trigger comes
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
The Depth Of A Broken Soul
Hopes and dreams with the occasional nightmare, She doesn’t live unscathed! ** You see a strength blazoned by light, Courage that rides the tides of life,
By Colleen Millsteed 7 months ago in Poets
I Want a Revolution
I want a revolution that feels like spring an absolute rebirth transformation from death I crave a revolt that feels like raindrops
By Lolly Vieira7 months ago in Poets
A Letter From The Point of No Return. Content Warning.
For long I hoped that you wouldn't be gone forever, Fulfillment For what felt like forever I decided to never say never,
By Josh Morgan7 months ago in Poets
How I'd Disappear
There are Days... Yes, Many Days Indeed... Where I Think about Disappearing. What if I just... Stopped? The Days where the Pressure begins to Break Down the Walls...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)7 months ago in Poets
Half the Man
As I sit and think about who I am, The person who I was, looks for me. The person I am now, fights to be seen. The person I was, fights to be free.
By Unspoken Words7 months ago in Poets
This Piece of You
Step One: Choose the Door Close your eyes. To vanish, first choose the door. Not all doors are made of wood — some are made of porch swings,
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
Difficult Love
Love is not always the same, It can be easy, it can be difficult. Easy love is smooth, like a downstream river,
By Seema Patel7 months ago in Poets