-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Ending the stigma through poetry
You left when I needed you most I don’t know if I could forgive you after all I’ve been through
Maybe one day these sleeping pills will allow me to dream forever instead of waking and living a nightmare
I may not talk to you. I may brush it off when someone I know mentions your name. However, deep down I miss you like hell. It’s not when I’m just lonely. It’s not just late at night. It’s all day, every day. I… Continue Reading “Wrong Timing”
Purpose trumps happiness Purpose gives meaning to life Happiness is just an emotion that vanishes as fast as it appears Find your calling so that you will live a life of meaning And one that is worth telling
I agree with Hemingway that writing isn’t hard You do just bleed out your feelings Only problem is, the bleeding never ceases Coping with your darkest secrets We writers feel the most Writing poetry just to pick up the pieces
I thought about ending for a long time Until one night I dreamt of my fate And in it, — I in the coffin My lovely mother beside it; Completely torn I knew now why ending simply didn’t make the pain stop It made… Continue Reading “Ending”
Hypomania we meet again, such a dear old friend Without you, my best work wouldn’t exist Ah, but you always leave in the end You’re part of the disorder I always miss
Haven’t you heard women like me cause pure destruction? Yet, here you are still intrigued and not even trying to leave You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into — Not a clue I’m the rain I’m the lightning Darling, I’m the storm
Empathy Poetry 