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for the ones who are hurt, heartbroken, overthinking, overwhelmed, and feel like they're slowly suffocating: OR for the ones who are deeply madly in love, are terribly obsessed, and or in a state of unrequitedness: "I hope you find the comfort you are looking for"

[COMPLETED] A girl writing of her insecurities. A girl writing of her thoughts. A girl writing of her love. A girl writing of her loss. A girl in this cruel world Writing of her cruel mind. WARNING: If you are easily triggered by: -SUICIDE -SELF HARM Then I suggest not reading for your own well-being. Started on 2/4/19 Completed as of 8/4/19

Love. Love can be so lame sometimes. Love can be what you desire the most. She claimed a love that never could be hers, and even in her deep dreams, her love was still chaotic. She dreamt of a life that could never be hers and had illusions of the ones she could never have; she feared the loneliness, but it eventually caught up to her; she wanted love so desperately, more from her parents, but recklessly it came up not to her; the twisted lies and reality had found her and dragged her to the aimless situation. She tried so hard to fight back; even in her dreams she knew she couldn't escape; she saw the one she loves fly away, and then she knew as well that was her sorrow.

you once asked why i never felt good enough to love you, this is why All rights reserved ©️2018 immortalitatis- cover by the lovely @hurtcopain

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

A continuation of my never ending story. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slampoems (8/18/18) #1 in slampoems (10/19/18) #1 in slampoems (11/23/18) #1 in slampoems (1/10/19) #1 in slam (1/10/19) #1 in slampoetry (1/15/19) #1 in forgetful (3/27/19) #1 in forgetful (8/1/19)

Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. I

"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am too much. I am too much, to be let go." Highest Ranking in Love Poetry: #1 Highest Ranking in Poetry: #52 Number 73 in the 2017 Literary Awards Miscellaneous poems with flower images. Completed 12/21/16 My 1st poetry book.

This is a collection of poems I have written. Please do not steal or use these poems without permission. Thanks! ~ScarredSecrets