I rip my heart out

And and then my hair falls out

The time ticks on the clock

My time is running out

In my chest is a gaping wound

And I let it bleed out

The crimson staining the floor

As I plead ‘help me, now’!

My friends are hollowed out

And they stare blankly at me

And every time I plead for help

They look at me like I’ve asked for my eggs, over easy

Every time my heart bleeds out,

I run to...

This is a poem describing how it feels to deal with the condition PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder.) It's basically PMS but on steroids. Enjoy.

Finally the cycle ends.

I am back to normal

For now.

I can rest.

But a week passes,

Then I'm back

To the dreaded thoughts

The feelings,

Inescapable,

Impossible to control.

I search

For someone else

Who understands.

Understands how I f...

TW: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, blood

This time, I won’t.

But it only hurts if you let it.

I’m laying on the ground,

a lost soul waiting to be found.

I want to cry, but I don’t make a sound.

The ceiling is spinning,

and I’m never winning.

Getting through the day is an uphill battle

that I always lose.

I don’t know where to begin,

this awful feeling is eating me from within.

I can scre...

I’m just a mistake

I’m just a failure

I keep messing up

I keep hurting my family

My parents try hard to help

But it’s not enough

I just keep on taking others pain

I know it’s hurting myself

People show they care

People show they love me

I know they love me too

I know I’m not alone

But then I hurt someone else again

I know I’m a mistake

I know I’m a failure

***

Author’s Note:

I k...

Blast from the past guys sorry it’s depressing I just went into my shadow banned things because I have had I’m not had more than like 5 minutes to myself guys I’m not even kidding it’s been crazy sorry for the repost but I made a goal to post everyday, so I must I fear

I also don’t have time for a big authors note so just tell me a random fun fact about yourself or something random I’m sorry I l...

The stress builds up inside him,

Like a cup that’s getting full.

It overflows, past the brim,

Down — I watch him spiral.

He takes a big deep breath,

And starts to draft reply.

His keystrokes like a treble clef,

Hits send and then a sigh.

He drives home to his kids and wife,

His passenger: his thoughts.

Daily tantrums are his life,

She wanted pants not shorts.

When he gets the girls to sleep,

He...

I’m falling

Again

The ground isn’t ground

And my breath is a sin

The mirror’s cracked

My hands are stained

The walls are closing

But I can’t explain

There’s a door, I see it

Flickering, pale

A promise of quiet

Beyond the veil

I run

My feet bleed

I scream

I plead

Fingertips

They brush the handle’s edge

I swear I’m close

A whispered pledge

Then darkness folds

Wraps his hands around me

Pushes...

…

…

…

…

I did it again

Please don’t be mad

It’s just small scrapes

Little wounds

I promise I’m fine

Don’t worry

I wouldn’t do it again

I’ll make you proud

Till the next time I’ll say

I did it again...

she can’t breathe.

the walls are closing in on her,

the space growing tighter,

and tighter

and tighter.

tick tock.

tick tock.

she looks up,

the subtle sound of clockworks

momentarily drawing her attention away

from her entrapment.

the clock reads:

0.54AM.

she looks away,

her eyes fixing on the door.

she tries the handle:

push,

it refuses;

pull,

it refuses.

push again,

pull again,

again,

and ag...

The sewage-brown bottles sat on the coffee table and floor,

Some lying sideways, dripping a golden yellow substance, some standing upright,

Surrounding him in a taunting way,

Reminding him of who he’s become again.

His body has slumped on the worn, stained couch too many times,

Intoxicated, impaired as the tv quietly plays,

Barely able to understand what’s going on,

As he’s on the brink of losi...