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Almost GONE FROM SHARPIE ( vent poem ) ( tw : substance use, anxiety, overdose scare, suicidal ideation, family pressure, identity struggles )

Category: Life

Yeah, I almost fucking died Saturday night, From a goddamn  Sharpie . The smell was  thick like regret , clogged my throat like lies do. » Continue Reading

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2:16PM / still inside this body ( poem ) (TW : Overdose, panic, physical distress, mental health crisis )

Category: Life

it’s 2:16pm. i took too many pills last night. again. i thought i’d sleep it off. but i didn’t sleep. i just woke up in pieces. my teeth won’t stop » Continue Reading

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i didn’t ask to be born. but maybe i wished i wasn’t a girl ( Tw : child sexual abuse (multiple assaults, one reported, one forgotten), trauma, suicidal thoughts and attempts, overdose, emotional manipulation, gender dysphoria, self-hate, abandonment...

Category: Life

i remember the silence— the heavy, choking silence that swallowed me whole, the way the world grew so large and dark, too much for a four-year-old who never asked to be born. there was a shadow— » Continue Reading

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Ghosts in My Blood ( Trigger Warnings : Alcoholism, drug abuse, child neglect, domestic violence, suicidal thoughts, trauma, incarceration, emotional abuse, PTSD, sexual assault, abandonment ) ( poem )

Category: Life

When I was four or five, fresh from foster care, we returned to your apartment— cramped, cracked, suffocating. Walls soaked in your rage, the air thick with anger’s shadow, your fists pounding walls you couldn’t strike through, because Mom took the blows instead. I remember those nights — my older brother beside me, breath shallow, eyes wide, listening to voices erupting like thunder, the st » Continue Reading

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i didn’t know love could look at me like that—until you did. ( tw : past abuse, manipulation, grooming, trauma mentions )

Category: Romance and Relationships

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Inherited . ( Alcoholism, drug abuse, child neglect, domestic violence, suicidal thoughts, family trauma, incarceration, emotional abuse, depression, parental abandonment ) ( poem )

Category: Life

When I was just four or five, fresh out of foster care, we went back to your apartment — that cramped, cracked little place where the walls knew all your anger. I remember the nights, laying beside my older brother, » Continue Reading

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I wish they were real ( again ) ( poem )

Category: Life

Last year, I wanted them to come through my window— to hold my shaking hands, to lift me up and carry me away from the darkness that swallowed every breath. I was drowning, » Continue Reading

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Confetti and Silence ( poem ) ( tw : emotional neglect, social isolation, childhood trauma, rejection, depression )

Category: Life

I scrubbed my hands, not because they were dirty — just needed something to do. Put on a party hat like an idiot. Bendy-themed, of course. Real cute. I reserved the space. Sent the invites. » Continue Reading

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how many times is enough ? ( tw : child abuse )

Category: Life

the door creaked like it always does when she opens it in a hurry when her face is wrong when her voice is sharper than anything in the kitchen » Continue Reading

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it’s coming back . and i’m scared . [ VENT ]

Category: Life

TW : suicide , self - harm , overdose , abuse , trauma , PTSD , SA , depression , grooming , starvation , hallucinations this isn’t a pity post . this is survival . this is memory . this is fear .  i don ‘ t  know how to explain the feeling of a storm coming back to ur skin . not outside — inside . in ur bones . in ur  chest . like ur body remembers the panic  » Continue Reading

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What is happening , I hate what’s happening

Category: Life

Dude , I have a 15 year old friend who keeps making very uncomfortable jokes about me and my best friend who’s 16 BY THE WAY . He says shit like “ oh you’re probably having sex with [ my best friends ’ name ] ” like I’m sorry but WHAATT ? ! ? And he finds it so fucking funny when it isn’t , because now they were best friends at one point of their lives and then my 16 yo best friend drifted away fr... » Continue Reading

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Danger Maids #1

Category: Writing and Poetry

1913, Holly and Vally, walking and having a good time. "Oh ! Regardez Val ! Regarde les étoiles ! Elles font une étoile ! C'est joli, tu ne trouves pas ?" Vally looks at Holly, a little smile playing on her lips. "Sicher Holly. Ich denke, sie machen einen Star." Holly looks back at Vally, her smile turning upside down. "Vous arrive-t-il d'avoir l'impression que vos parents ne vous aimaient pas ? C... » Continue Reading

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