Catharsis

**Severe depression and BPD** **ED and trigger warning** I have a lot I want to say but I'm crap at talking about it. I write free verse poetry to get my thoughts out and express myself which is like my unedited thoughts because I usually just ramble. Feel free to let me know what you think or just message me if you ever need. I'm always here for you to rant or vent or just if you need some advice.

[i-will-recover-tomorrow]

[finding-comfort-in-pain]

i dont think i was meant to be alive this long. nothing is going right

[depressionessoverload]

[yesterdayshistory]

If I was meant to be here wouldn’t things be easier by now?

[undo-my-scars]

xx

[i-will-recover-tomorrow]

[georgina-mohan]

[stars-pdf]

i wasn't meant to live this long and that's why i don't know what to do when i feel this awful

[hauntedearth]

[yesterdayshistory]

Happiness doesn’t knock,
Doesn’t announce itself;
Just sneaks in through cracks and slips out
before you can ask if it was ever really here.

And yet I wait -
Wondering if I should chase it.

Or if maybe it’s enough just to exist where it was before it slipped away.

[yesterdayshistory]

I copied and pasted this from the notes app on my phone. That’s why the formatting is a bit weird. Only recently getting back into writing. Hope you all enjoy

The Physics of Forgetting

They tell me time is the fourth dimension,
But I’ve never understood it as anything more
than a line that refuses to stay straight.
Some days it feels like I’m running on the spot,
While others it slips away like sand through fingers.

We’re made of atoms,
But I can’t help but feel like I am the space between them -
Empty.

Quiet.
And infinitely lost.

I wonder if the universe knows what it’s doing,
Or if it’s just waiting for us to figure it out so it can laugh.
We claim to understand gravity,
But it seems to only pull harder on the things that we’ve let go.

You wear your skin like a borrowed coat;
Uncomfortably aware of its seams.
If I could peel it away and leave you whole what would remain?
A skeleton?

A ghost?

I imagine you as something softer - 
A feathered bird or a thought that never finished forming.
When you speak it’s as though the words are by accident.
And I wonder if they fall out of your mouth only because they can’t find anywhere else to go.

Maybe we were meant to be like this -
Unsure.

Unsteady.
Wandering through dimensions we don’t understand.
Holding onto the idea of answers we’re not meant to have.
I’d trade all the knowledge in the world for the ability to forget.
To let go of the questions before they wear me down -
Like an old rusted clock that just keeps ticking,
But can never remember what time it is.

[yesterdayshistory]

It’s not that I’m dishonest;

I just leave out the parts that might bleed.

[unknowinglydeceasedlol]

I genuinely mourn the person I could have been.

[totheoneswhostayupallnight]

I feel empty, but not in the I’m so depressed empty type of way but rather the I feel emptily melancholic. No emotion, just emptiness that can’t be filled with anything.

[buriedasylum]

I wish people could realise how hard their words are affecting me

[professionallyunstable-deactiva]

kinda tired fighting for a life i don’t even want

[a-hospital--for-souls]

I can always kill myself. That's the only comforting thought I have.