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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

DEPRESSION
To be but a worm
where few can see
Burrows of travels
no purpose, no sleep
Its dark 'off the grid'
and the light really hurts
if one dares lift the lid
A scurry to safety
interpreted wrong
They bought no comfort
Just judgement, no song
They never stay
and their motives unclear
Do they know what it's like
Hidden from love
A catch-22
the surface or mud
Apart from their love
I have all I need
And when i die
I'm already buried
~ Blackdog

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@Former-Member ðŸ’™ðŸ’™ðŸ’™

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Can I climb this mountain 

One more time  ?

Can I take that small step

One more time ?

Can I dare to hope

One more time ?

Can I wish the light will shine 

One more time ?

Can I face today

One more time ?

Can I take a breath 

One more time ?

Can I face rejection  ?

Can I face this fear ?

Can I keep on going ?

One more time ?

Am I out of time ?

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Water and Fire 


Gentle ripples on a lake that had dried out in the past few years, but found new life after the fires. Majestic wattle, the yellow bloom over, at the edge of the lake, the reflection moving slightly with time. It doesn't smell of smoke anymore, but the scars in the landscape are clearly visible. 

A woman in a grey woollen jacket sits at the edge of the lake, cross legged in the sand. Her gaze is steady, following movement underneath the waters surface. This will be her last day. Memories of the rough ground underneath her bare feet running on the fire trail. 

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@Former-Member  Are you ok ?

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Other Land

 

Other Land 

Is the Land of

Soft Touch

Gentle Breeze

Warm Colour

Vibrant Connection

 

Other Land 

Does not know Fear

Does not know Shame

 

In Other Land

I Live Forever

 

In Other Land

I shall Be Me

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MY HEAD

The sun is up
Its so quiet
Never mind
Here come the voices
It just a low buzz
I can ignore it
Oh my god
You got out of bed
I don't know why you bother
Oh no they are getting louder
Everything I do they comment on
Why did you do that
You screwed it up
Why did you even bother getting out of bed
Voices talking over each other
Its getting so loud it's incomprehensible
Screaming screaming
Why do I hear screaming
I cover my ears but it does nothing
I need it to all stop I'm losing control.
CLICK
Its like someone flicked a switch
Everything is black
I'm floating in nothingness
I'm still awake though
I just have no connection to the outside world
Somebody else is in control
A door appears
Do i go through
I know where leads
But I don't know if I want to go back
Maybe I could just lock it instead.

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MY MOTHER IN LAW

 

A year has gone 

that you have passed 

where has the time gone 

it feels like yesterday 

 

I keep crying everytime 

I think of thst last visit to you 

you were laying there 

and could barely breathe 

 

***  I'm sorry I can't write snymire 

I'm too emotional 

I'm sorry *****

 

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Insert deep and meaningful name here

 

Happiness is that best friend of yours

Who isnt friends with me

Two spoonfuls of cheeriness in your cuppa

But I cant f#%king stand coffee

 

Happiness is that wholesome family

That I’m not related to

Peace is something you seem to have found

And I'm mad with the envy of you

 

Happiness is to you a familiar feeling

That feels foreign and strange to me

It's a bitter pill to swallow I must admit

But it's harder to refuse it you see

 

Happiness is a feeling I long for

Happiness likes to taunt me and tease me

Happiness is to me a realisation

That I can be happy it just won't be easy

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Why do you hate me 

How do you love me 

I don't really know 

what to think of you anymore 

 

trust is gone 

I feel judged looked at 

you always find a negative 

in everything I say 

 

I don't want to visit you anymore 

because of your harsh judgement 

you're cruel and very hurtful

To me and I don't know why

 

the only person I'm desperate to see

is my dad 

that's all I care for now 

not you snymire 

 

even though your my mum 

yiu DO NOT act like it 

I'm sad for you 

but it's your choice 

 

you will never ever seperate 

my sister and i

we are not stupid 

to put up with your pathetic shit

anymore 

 

I'm sorry for my dad 😢😢