Headaches daily Jaw tight Nightmares are crazy Mental fight

Numbness indistinguishable Tight hands Meds more than I’m able Walls bland

Eyes watering Untied shoelaces Don’t have the energy To do anything about it

Anxiety’s a killer Just breathe Always a thriller Whenever I am asleep

Half lidded Face the day Stuck with it Am I still Tay?

Suffocating at home In my coffin By my...

I turned 16 today, It’s both so old and so young, I don’t feel different than yesterday, But it still feels pretty fun,

I talked about it all, Everything I’ve been through and all I’ve done, It made me feel so tall, Seeing how far I’ve come,

How two years ago, I only wanted to die, I almost did but then God spoke, And he truly saved my life,

Ive shed many tears, And all of them were worth...

There’s no way to win in society,

Women are forced to carry around personal safety devices and check under and in their cars with fear everywhere they go, afraid that someone might try to harm them,

but there’s no way to win in society,

men have their mental health neglected because “they should be stronger than that” and “know better than to cry,”

but there’s no way to win in society,

...

Isn’t it crazy, The people we least expect to come along, Turn out to be the most important?

Isn’t it crazy, How feelings of fear and doubt can be silenced, And only by one person?

Isn’t it crazy, How time can move so quickly or so slow When you’re with or away from them?

Isn’t it crazy, How they go from just “someone” to your everything in minutes?

Isn’t it crazy, How time just flies whil...

The smell of gingerbread still hung in the air when I woke up, sweet and faintly spicy, like a memory that had stuck around overnight. I’d baked way too much last night, but that’s kind of my thing—baking. Weird for a guy, I know, but it just feels like home. Anyway, the smell hit me, and then it hit me what day it was: Christmas Eve.

And Bryn.

Bryn hates Christmas. Like, hates it. No lights, no...

In your arms I found my home, Like seriously, really though, Your arms are the first place I’ve felt safe, In what feels like a million days,

Holding your hand makes mine feel empty now, I miss looking at you and you looking back down, I really truly have never felt this before, I didn’t want to walk back out that door,

I would’ve stayed there playing games, Sure I was tired but til the morni...

“Take my hand!”

“No way!”

“I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!! Now!” He snatches my hand and practically pulls my arm out of its socket.

“James what the hell?!” I toss up my middle finger while my face wrinkles up.

“Look. See that! That’s what I was trying to save you from! You’re welcome!” He points off somewhere and then runs a hand through his sandy brown hair a...

This is a song I’m working on called Problematic! It’s my own so please don’t take it!!! Song number 30 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

Verse 1:

My mind is still racing I can’t turn it off, my heart is still pounding I can’t make it stop, I know that I’m breathing it’s just not enough, gosh why are memories always this rough,

Chorus:

I’m so problematic and I’m such a burden to bear, I’ve got dirt on my sle...

TW: Self harm (not current)

I was given labels:

Main character Annoying Try hard Stupid “Bitch” “Dumb ass” Sinner “Stalker” Weird Broken Loser Princess Boring Creep Terrified Tired Care too much Depressed “Fat”

I dealt with:

Suicidal thoughts Self consciousness Self deprecation Anxiety Cut wrists Shame Tears Being used Betrayal Fake friends Exhaustion Being lied to ...

Hope is the bridge between despair and joy,

For some it stands firm over slow trickling water,

For other the bridge is collapsing as the river overflows,

Tides pushing you towards the edge of disparity,

For some the bridge has been set ablaze and they have to run away,

For others they dive into the water until the fire has passed,

Letting the waves slowly bring them closer to joy rather ...