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Victim? Or Villain?

Who's the victim? Me.

Hoping that maybe, someday, someone will see

The trouble in my head.

Right now I pretend

That everything's fine,

That life is divine,

When really, it isn't.

I'm fighting the demons that I have imprisoned,

Hoping that they stay there,

In a place where

I know they can't get into trouble.

Piece by piece, I sort through the rubble

Of my life, trying to find a place

For me to paste

It back together again.

Hoping to go to a place when

Life wasn't so bad.

When the feelings I had,

I had control of.

Instead of a place where I feel no love.

Instead of a place where I feel the need to cower in fear

From every single sound I hear.

I want to find a place where I don't have to be so wary

Of anything that might be scary,

Where I don't have to cry into my pillow at night,

So that I can be alright.

I don't want to fake smile.

It feels so juvenile

To have people think I'm okay

When I only want to say,

"I need a hand."

I'm trying to find a place I can stand on my own,

A place I won't be alone

With the voices in my brain

That drive me insane

Telling me to end it all.

Telling me to take the fall.

I always try to fight,

To set alight

The bridge that connects us.

It's so infectious

To have a voice or two

Telling you what to do.

Their words stick to your soul.

They leave a gaping hole

Right where your heart should be.

They take the very thing that makes you happy,

And crush it to dust beneath their feet.

They can't be beat.

Try as I might,

I can't escape my plight.

The demons, both left and right,

Leave me no will to fight.

They make it seem alright.

They tell me that being bright

Doesn't matter anymore.

That I should just close the door

On any hope of getting better.

I've written a letter

I once hoped I'd never have to send

Explaining why I've reached, "the end."

Except in this story, there is no "happily ever after".

There is no laughter,

No joy, no happiness at all

Because I answered the call

Of the voices in my head.

I don't have to pretend

Anymore.

There's nothing left in store.

Nothing to make me freeze

In my resolve, not even your pleas

Of "No!"

There's a place I need to go

So that I can be free.

Who's the villain? Me.

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Hey everyone! I've got a new poem for you, a *little* darker than the one before. I originally wrote this for a school project (with the intent that my friends would insert poems from the demons' perspectives) but I got too attached to this one. So here it is, in all its glory!

I suffer from Anxiety/Depression Disorder. Although I'm lucky and don't have it too bad, I know that many others are not as lucky as I. This poem is written from the perspective of someone who has major depression/anxiety, and becomes suicidal because of that.

If you like the poem, feel free to reblog and like, but CREDIT ME. I work hard to create my art, and I like to be recognized.

-Dani

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Numb

Hey guys, this is a poem I wrote recently. It is titled “Numb”. Let me know if you enjoy it or want to see more things like this!

Numb. No emotion at all. The weight of everything pressing down on your shoulders. Hopeless. Feeling like no one understands. Alone. Alone in a world with so many people. None of them care.

Numb. Fake smile. Nobody ever sees through the facade. Pain. Locked away inside where it hides, trying to break free. Praying. Praying that some day, someone will see it. But they never do.

Numb. Black and white. The only colour you see is the flash of red from your demons. Following. No matter what you do they are always there. Waiting. Waiting for the opportunity to strike. To feast on its prey.

Numb. Wanting only to escape. The word “happy” is a foreign concept. Separated. Feeling no connection to anything in the world. Seeing. Seeing that there is an inner battle taking place. But you don’t notice.

Numb. Not feeling anything. Not even the hands reaching out to you. Helping. Trying to get you to feel something. Caring. Caring about what happens to you. Because they DO notice.

Numb. Saying “I’m fine”. Everyone knows that you are lying. Crying. Eyes dried from your nightly tears. Fighting. Fighting for the strength to continue on. It never comes.

Numb. That’s how they feel. Remembering the moments they shared with you. Mourning. Wanting nothing more than to see you laugh. Blaming. Blaming themselves for not stopping it. Feeling that it’s their fault.

Numb. Struggling to fight. Facing their own demons. Hoping. Trying to find a new source of light. Losing. Losing the one source of happiness they had, the only light. Because you were theirs.

Numb. No emotion at all. The weight of the world pressing down on them. Hopeless. Because the person that made them happy has left. Alone. Alone facing the problems of the world. All because you left.

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A poem I wrote a few months ago, and posted on my other Tumblr. Seems like being in a bad metal state is great for sparking creativity. Hope you all enjoy!

If you reblog and share, do not take the credit yourself! I wrote this, not you.

Hope you enjoy my poetry!

-Dani

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Writing Prompt:

She wakes up, discovering that she has been tied to her bed. Someone leans over her, face mostly obscured by the shadows. A familiar voice whispers, “You couldn’t run forever.”

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I Am Strong

Strength. What a magical word.

It is a way of life that is preferred

By many.

People pay a pretty penny

Or two for the chance to get it,

So that in the odd occasion where they might get hit,

They know how to prevent it.

People see strength as a way to overcome weakness,

But there is something bigger behind it that they all miss:

As far as weakness goes, strength is the worst of them all.

Strength doesn't allow you to take the fall.

It prevents you from learning more

Than you would have known before.

Because sometimes we need to break

Before we can bounce back up and get another take.

You see the girl that everyone's dismissed,

Crying on the floor with two clenched fists.

"I am strong," no one ever hears her say.

"I am strong because I've fought to live today."

That same girl has now grown into a woman

Because she listened to no man.

Others' "strength" didn't allow them to see

The struggle underneath.

Her real strength lies beneath the surface,

Where she holds determination in surplus.

You see the boy sitting all alone,

And you think his troubles he might bemoan.

Instead he tells himself, "I am strong,"

Because he's survived this long.

What you don't see are the demons residing in his head

Making him cry nightly in his bed.

His strength is not giving in

And not letting the monsters win.

Everywhere, there are people trying to fight,

To escape their darkness and reach for the light.

"I am strong," they say over and over.

And do they give in? No sir.

So don't give up. The battle isn't over yet.

There still will be times when you feel caught in a net,

But those are the times when you can say, "I am strong,"

And listen to the birdsong.

Pick yourself up, and go on your way,

And find the strength to make a better day.

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This is a poem I wrote a few days ago, when my depression was really bad. I needed something to help pick me up, and I had this idea floating in my head from earlier that day. So I wrote this. And mission accomplished! I felt better!

If you know anybody who has need to hear this poem, share it with them! But do not claim it as your own; I wrote this, not you.

If you want more like this, follow my blog! More stuff coming soon!

-Dani

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I made this Tumblr for me to share some of my writing. It will be a variety of things, from poems to short stories, or even excerpts from novels that I’m working on. I also have another Tumblr (@danidoesbooks) that’s just a bunch of randomness. I hope you all enjoy all the little bits of my writing!