Mirakee
Light might warm your heart but darkness hides your secrets.
©jodi_writes
#mentalillness
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jodi_writes
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There's a girl I see
In my mirror upon my wall
A reflection
A distant image
A memory
Of what I used to be
©jodi_writes -
jodi_writes
2d
drowning in confusion
feeling lost and alone
nowhere to hide
nowhere to run
legs don't work
mind is a fog
all I see
is an illusion
of the woman
I used to be
©jodi_writes -
low
let's take it slow,. And
i promise i will take you home.
we can wait for the shooting stars,
as you let your hair down. Gently,
and as slowly as a spirit,
we can grow.
©the_life_of_mugala -
wifey_suicide
3d
Read MoreBesides the poetry, here is the lyric version!
#lyrics #anxiety #mentalillness #sad #upset #discomfort #poetry #story #hurts #wonder #friends #bffs #temporary #hugs #arms #love #affectionAnxiety were not friends (lyric part)
Anxiety, were not friends.
The day you came to me, that day you were filled with fear. The lost of trust that came with it too. With my heart opened wide, darling please come here.
I'll comfort you until you get back on your feet.
That day I messed up. Cuz now you're like an everlasting period that just floods my brain with emotions and torment.
And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
Is there an actual cure or I'm I stuck in this rampage?
I'm hurting to, because every time I go on into a conversation, it feels like I'm on a stage and the words I spill out slowly fade... Into mumbles and decay into the dreams of jokes that could've had people even choke. But now the conversation is dead, and nobody is woke.
And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
…
I want us to have hope anxiety, but all you say is
"No."
And go to seep till the next day. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, cutting off dreams that will never come back. Twisting up into,
"no wait! I wasn’t finished with that."
Like a movie, I wanted to see how it ends. But it isn't the human who wins.
Just like my period, it’ll make its stop
Until for now, the light is green
And there isn’t traffic ahead
Christians call it a demon, doctors call it a illness
But either way you're stuck on pills to dig it away, like an abortion
"Just go away!"
As it digs it's claws in your brain, screaming
"no! It won't be the same!"
Cuz you're so use to this feeling of fear and over thinking, and as the fight goes back and forth, depression gets in the way
Rock,paper,scissors, shoot
3 / 5
You’re losing
Just then anxiety looks like the good guy, but it lies
Giving you the 5
Hidden behind the cries, heart beating fast
Yet you're not ready to die, laying down in a ocean filled emotion as anxiety is filling up it's skin with lotion, smooth and soft.
So comforting.
That temporary feeling that makes me think
Why was I even mad?
Why was I even sad?
It’s just an overthink
©wifey_suicide -
slow
they love you at home
so if you leave,
she will cry all night. And
the silence will rage inside her mind
but before you go,
give her a kiss
and make it last forever.
©the_life_of_mugala -
eel..,
When you die,
You'll be a saint.
The eulogy effect
©the_life_of_mugala -
Anxiety, were not friends
Anxiety, were not friends.
The day you came to me, that day you were filled with fear. The lost of trust that came with it too. With my heart opened wide, darling please come here.
I'll comfort you until you get back on your feet.
That day I messed up. Cuz now you're like an everlasting period that just floods my brain with emotions and torment. And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
Is there an actual cure or I'm I stuck in this rampage?
I'm hurting to, because every time I go on into a conversation, it feels like I'm on a stage and the words I spill out slowly fade... Into mumbles and decay into the dreams of jokes that could've had people even choke. But now the conversation is dead, and nobody is woke.
…
…
I want us to have hope anxiety, but all you say is
"No."
And go to seep till the next day. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, cutting off dreams that will never come back. Twisting up into,
"no wait! I wasn’t finished with that."
Like a movie, I wanted to see how it ends. But it isn't the human who wins.
Christians call it a demon, doctors call it a illness
But either way you're stuck on pills to dig it away, like an abortion
"Just go away!"
As it digs it's claws in your brain, screaming
"no! It won't be the same!"
Cuz you're so use to this feeling of fear and over thinking, and as the fight goes back and forth, depression gets in the way
3 / 5
Just then anxiety looks like the good guy, but it lies
Hidden behind the cries, heart beating fast
Yet you're not ready to die, laying down in a ocean filled emotion as anxiety is filling up it's skin with lotion, smooth and soft.
So comforting.
That temporary feeling that makes me think
Why was I even mad?
Why was I even sad?
With those stupid words that just slide out
"Here anxiety, I'm sorry."
Until the next time, you're like my best friend.
©wifey_suicide -
Help.
Help!
She screamed
Drowning in the darkness
Of the fear breathing within her
It's growing, making the
Pain unbearable and large
But
The voices are so strong
The world turns deaf.
And she kept screaming
For
HELP!
©deepshikhagoswami -
The Battle of Depression
Depression has been a great partner, it seems most of my adolescent years into my adulthood. I wish I could understand a little more than I do, as to why. Some say it's your surroundings. Some say it's your genetic variation. And me, what do I say? I don't really care the reason why, just go away. I have isolated myself from everyone, besides my husband, and 3 of my 4 children. It really amazes me that I was able to be a good mother to them, despite what I was feeling. I fought hard to do so. They see that, know I have been fighting this battle, it's really no secret.
I can say that they gave me a reason to live, when I felt I couldn't anymore.
To push forward, and get through it, because that was the only choice I had.
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I am thankful for the years I had with them, making my days bright. When they were little, watching them play. In their own imagination. Sometimes they would get lost in play. As I sat and watched them do so. I miss them being little. Growing up was bound to happen.
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I am thankful for the all the wonderful years I had with each of them. I am thankful they directed my attention elsewhere besides on how I felt at times. Now, I see just how much that helped. Directing my attention elsewhere, that's the key. For depression. I finally understand. See, i have went the medicine route. And that is no longer an option.
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For anyone suffering from depression, stay busy, and direct your attention on things you enjoy. For me it's writing, reading and listening to music. Ask yourself what keeps your mind occupied? And do that. I am not saying go have 4 children, because it occupied my mind. I don't advise it. I just used that as to how I figured out how to fight my own battle. Which I had to do on my own. That's ok. I did figure it out.
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I hope this helps someone who fights the battle of depression. My heart goes out to you. Keep fighting. Don't give up, find what directs your mind off of your illness. And always hold on to hope, to want to get better. In time, you will see results. Mind you I am 42, it has taken me many years to figure this out. Love yourself. You got this, I promise. ❤
©angels_halo_always_shines -
jodi_writes
1w
Nothing holds a candle to you for only you can burn me with the flames of my deepest emotions. You take my breath away while giving me the air I breathe. You rob me of my dreams yet instill in me to live beyond my imagination. You are my wheel of fortune which takes and gives simultaneously. You are the barren forest and the green pastures filled with my favorite flowers. You are night and day. Good and evil. Honest yet a liar. Joyful yet sad. How do I know all this? Why do I still keep a foot in your doorway? Simple. You are me and I am you. We are one in the same. Scary. Frightening. Lovely. Rapturous. Mind blowing. Perfect combination of darkness and light mixed together to form an entity that is a masterpiece when aligned with a mixture of fantasy and reality. To ask for more would only dull the flame and the intensity would dissolve into a nothing. We are more then a nothing yet less then a something. Paradox. Confusion only sets in when the reality is lost. A cup of insanity is the final ingredient in this thing we call us.
©jodi_writes -
jodi_writes
1w
I am more me then I ever was yet still learning everyday. Self-Care is the first step to becoming authentically authentic. A healthy mindset is worth the time. YOU are worth the time. Clarity is priceless. YOU are priceless. Loving me as I am. Learning to be the best me I can be for ME.
©jodi_writes -
painbody
this body knows of such pain
hurt
upon hurt
upon hurt
upon hurt
and yet so faint are the scars
©ulalume -
jodi_writes
1w
Darkness hides the lies
©jodi_writes -
jodi_writes
1w
just not me
reality
©jodi_writes -
jodi_writes
2w
Just walk
One step in front of the other
Don't turn around
Tunnel Vision
©jodi_writes -
jodi_writes
2w
Depression an entity which stands alone. A living, breathing ugly demon that lies and confuses. IT doesn't want to be controlled. IT fights and tries to make you believe IT will win. We **MY PEEPS** are strong in numbers. Together with love, acceptance, and compassion we can keep each other strong and continue to fight for ourselves and for one another. Love and Light.
©jodi_writes -
I Am
I am the girl next door. No, the other side; the side where you never look at because you only see the other side. The one that you see walking home with my nose in a new book everyday and headphones in.
I am the girl that is sad more often than not, but it's become my okay so it's not a big deal anymore. I can still laugh when things are funny, I can still make myself get out of bed most of the time, but when I'm alone in my room my arms ache for a silver kiss and my will becomes so week I almost give in again.
I am the girl with issues. Not daddy issues but family, mom, past, mind issues that no one really wants to hear about unless they think that talking to them will save your life.
I am a walking paradox. A girl next door that no one is in love with; a said teenager like all rest trying to survive the night; the girl that even though I try to talk my voice gets stuck I'm my throat.
I am still trying to figure out when that means, but I'm trying. I'm trying to recover from my trama, trying to look forward and not behind. I am trying to learn how to eat when I'm hungry and stop wanting to be numb again.
It doesnt always work, but I am trying.
©skylarblue -
jodi_writes
2w
Candle flames flickering against the barren walls making distorted faceless images. Partial scenes of my life imprinted in my heart like a tattoo who's colors have faded. Black. Grey. Faded hints of blue leftover from the nights I couldn't escape. The hours just before dawn where my reality is like a fire burning hot coals in the tender places of my soul. It's just a matter of time the images on the walls turn into tears reminding me the healing still continues. The pain isn't over. The path I chose is unforgiving. Coldness intrudes into every muscle, every bone until I am frozen by memories of a time when I thought there was an us, only to realize it was just me. Just a me living within an illusion. And still... And yet... Even knowing the hidden truths... I still miss you
©jodi_writes -
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2w
frozen in thought
©jodi_writes
