Mental Health

I Am My Own
I am my own I am my own I am my own I AM MY OWN I AM MY OWN I AM MY OWN / I AM MY OWN LIFE / I AM MY OWN LOVE / I AM MY OWN / I AM MY OWN BODY / I AM MY OWN JOY / I AM MY OWN / DESPERATELY / NEEDLESSLY LENDING MYSELF OUT / I AM MY OWN / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW I AM MY OWN / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF THIS IS A MISTAKE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I CAN LEAVE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I CAN BE HAPPY / I AM DESPERATE TO LOVE THEM / I AM DESPERATE TO LOVE MYSELF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I AM WORTH LOVING MYSLF / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW THAT I AM MY OWN FRIEND / I AM DESPERATE TO BE MY OWN FRIEND / I AM DESPERATE FOR A SIMPLE ANSWER / I AM DESPERATE FOR THE SIMPLE ANSWER THAT I AM MY OWN AND MY OWN NEEDS TO LOVE AND MY OWN NEEDS TO LEAVE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE THEM AND I NEED TO LOVE ME / I AM MY OWN / I AM MY OWN / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW THAT I AM MY OWN / AND WHERE WILL BEING MY OWN LEAD BESIDES TEMPORARY MISERY AND MAYBE SOME REGRET / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW HOW MUCH REGRET I WILL HAVE / I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW IF I WILL REGRET BEING MY OWN
By Ariana GonBon9 months ago in Poets
In Plain Sight. Content Warning.
I am not okay. Numbness echoes through me. Some days it's hard to stay. To fight the urge to be free. To escape the pain.
By Luna Verity9 months ago in Poets
95. Content Warning.
You're so pretty. Why? Is it because my last meal didn't have any gluten? Or because "carb" is a four-letter word I haven't heard in years?
By Belle9 months ago in Poets
The Version of Me No One Knew
I used to wear a smile that looked real—even to me. I was the strong one. The reliable one. The “I’m okay” person, even when I wasn’t. People saw me as calm, helpful, always in control. But they didn’t see the quiet battles I was fighting behind closed doors.
By Mansoor khan9 months ago in Poets
Whose Umbrella Will Shield You From Life's Storms?
People often have mistaken ideas about the simplicity of the adult world. Believes that peaceful years are merely a misconception because people handle significant challenges ahead while bearing heavy loads.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
This Body. Top Story - May 2025.
This body has crossed oceans of raging waters has been lost in storms at sea. Its possibilities are endless; its power is still surprising me.
By Raistlin Allen9 months ago in Poets
Onions Are Not Gross
I heard someone say "Onions are not popular." ⚡☝️😡 Tasteless and insane! --- 🧅🧅--- Onions compliment Italian, and Mexican!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡9 months ago in Poets
Life After Loss
Life doesn’t pause—it shifts its shape, It doesn’t heal, it learns to drape Soft silence over empty chairs, And plants new flowers in the tears.
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
“You Don’t Know Me”
They tell me, “You understand everyone. You always read what’s behind their words.” And I smile — because they don’t know
By Ellie9 months ago in Poets
Etched in Ache. Content Warning.
Some days, I wear my ghosts like skin. Not draped, not hidden—stitched, threaded through the quiet hours between what I show and what I survive.
By Christopher Stiner9 months ago in Poets
The Unseen. Content Warning.
I am invisible. The desperation in my eyes. I am disposable. The deafening silence of my cries. I am broken. The love I gave... and gave... and gave.
By Luna Verity9 months ago in Poets
The Gift of Quiet
Alone is not the enemy, though we’ve dressed it in shadow and fear. It is the sound beneath the noise, the breath we hold to hear.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Poets