writtenbysabrina

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  • writtenbysabrina 5w

    Grief and emptiness since you passed. I wish I could tell you I love you, that I miss you deeply. Unbreakable bond we were robbed of; it’s not fair, it’s not fair. How can a beautiful light be put out so easily— gone. You didn’t deserve to leave this earth the way you did. Tears flooding down my face as I write this mournful poem to a angel above. In the clouds, one day we’ll meet again. Maybe one day this will all make sense but that day isn’t today; but one day.
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  • writtenbysabrina 6w

    Unspoken words of an untold soul who hears her thoughts loud. Aches and pains of chapters half written; people who’ve come and go from her life, seeking different routes. Hers was only a rest stop. Never makes it to the end of a chapter. Why? Because temporary travelers don’t stay for the whole story; they go and write their own, with someone new. Then they finish a chapter; find a destination to settle and call home. She was only a turning page of those who were just wandering by.
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  • writtenbysabrina 7w

    I have a toxic relationship with food. One moment I’m stuffing my mouth till I’m full; even when I’m full and about to explode. The next I want to empty out the poison from my body into the bathroom toilet. Like a cycle, it begins again, and again. Chains dragging me down; comfort in consumption. Pains in my stomach until I drown; feeling of self hatred, again and again, and again. Will it fill the void? No. I just want to feel pretty.
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  • writtenbysabrina 8w

    Unknown whispers cling onto my soul. Dread and defeat fill my head; doubt has taken it’s course. Bones are fragile, skin is cold. Internal scars engraved like a tattoo; a beautiful disaster. Slowly fading away; aching pains. Time has altered into a different dimension; a state of melancholy torment. Can I escape?
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  • writtenbysabrina 9w

    I think some people don’t realize how bad mental health can be. Many think it’s something you can just sweep under the rug or they say “what do you have to be depressed about”, “what do you have to be anxious about” yeah hearing words like that really, really suck. It can definitely invalidate how we feel in a huge way. Mental health is something you shouldn’t take lightly or ignore in any way. So if you’re feeling down or not your best self, the best thing you can do is breathe. If that’s all it takes for you to survive another day; when you’re feeling weary and alone. Remember you are not alone; you are loved and appreciated by many, even if you don’t see it for yourself. Depression, anxiety and etc.. are lifelong battles but you can and WILL get through it! Take it one day at a time, slow down and just exhale all your burdens. Drink some water, eat a meal, listen to your favorite playlist, drink that coffee and savor every sip. Create something, even if you don’t find yourself to be creative; find an outlet for your emotions. Go outside and feel the warmth on your skin; cool breeze flowing through your hair. Small things do big wonders. Just let yourself be. Take time for yourself. Cut out toxic people, be at peace with your mind. You can do it, I’m with you on this. ©writtenbysabrina

  • writtenbysabrina 9w

    I want to fall in love but not fall to pieces.
    Everything that falls to pieces gets broken.
    In an instant, your whole world comes crashing down; shattered memories to the ground. Faded smiles, and laughter. I want to fall in love. Not fall out of love with someone I thought loved me.
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  • writtenbysabrina 9w

    I awake to the sound of the wind howling; pouring rain. The cold touch of mother nature leaves me shivering in awe. I see the drenched leaves drooping down mournfully; anguish of a dying tree. The branches are thin and fragile, enough to break with a single nudge. Another season slowly fading away as a new one begins.
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  • writtenbysabrina 9w

    I say I’m sorry, then continue to wash my own blood off my hands once again; just to see it reappear. “Just one more time”; now countless times. How much more? How many times until I completely lose myself. No going back.
    I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror without whispering words of self hatred
    I feel empty and alone as if nothing can fill the void deep within. I’m exhausted and unsatisfied; weary and stuck. I did this to myself. I listened to that dark voice, I fell back into that dark hole. I don’t even want to dig my way out; not if I’m going to bury myself in it again.
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  • writtenbysabrina 10w

    I love when people can go on and on talking about their passions. I love when they get that little sparkle in their eyes; beautiful and dreamy look. I love when their whole face lights up with pure joy. Their smile makes you feel warm and appreciative. Talking so fast because they’re so excited to tell you their deepest desires. Unapologetically driven by dreams and goals they plan to pursue someday.
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  • writtenbysabrina 11w

    The days are slowly passing by; another morning, another night. As I lie in bed I think about how I’m still stuck. I’m awake but not alive, something’s missing. I count the tally marks in my head as if I’m being held captive. I want to experience life to the fullest, I want to find freedom in myself; love myself freely. I don’t want to miss another moment, I don’t want to be caught up in escapism; staring at a screen for the rest of my life. I want to live; live like tomorrow’s the last day to be free.
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