TRIGGER WARNING? Please post terribly embarrassing and angsty poetry

Hey there @JessLeMess *hugs* (if you are okay with it)

Thank you for sharing your poem with us! Writing for sure can be a really good creative outlet for a lot of negative emotions and thoughts. :)
Also, I am glad to hear that I am not the only one who can just get really over the top melodramatic sometimes when I am writing things out like this :P

I mean, I am sorry to hear that you are struggling with so many things but I have really liked your poem and I do think it is well-written :)

If you ever feel like sharing more I would be happy to hear (or read I guess) from you again :)
Stay awesome!

The plague of life

The imminent fate of fear

Clawing through reality

Scratching away the truths

The sound of shadows

Shields of sorrow

The sharp dagger of freedom

Too far from my clutch

Lost without protection

I am struck by the omen of truth

I have succumbed to the endless cycle

Forever destined to rest

In the graveyard of my own mind

This was for school so I wasn't completely free in writing it, but it was fun to write

I have two poems to share here, they're kinda terrible but I'm still gonna share them

Secrets can kill

Everything

Falling apart again

Crumbling

Losing my Mind

Losing?

Or Lost?

I cover it up

Put on this act

This mask

We all have a mask

A façade

Covering something

We All have Secrets

But how far would you go

To keep them secret?

What

Do You Do

When the ones

You trusted

Those who you thought

Cared

Push you away

You lose your faith

Your hope

Your confidence

You lose everything

You

May

Have

Had

I wish I knew

I wish

I wish

I just wish

I knew

How to

Make

It

Stop

How

Do I Keep Up My Act

My Façade

When

My World

Is Falling

Apart

This one needs context.

One of my mental illesses is a form of psychosis and that's what this ones about

When everything is fine

Thats when everything

Falls apart

Knocked down

Again

Now Im falling apart

Once more

My world crumbles

The sky falls

And once more

Im left

Stranded

And helpless amongst a vast

Ocean of despair

Dragging me out

Caught in the riptide

Swallowed by the waves

I dont yet know

How to swim

So, Im left.

I have seen places

From hell to heaven

From the far corners Of the universe

But still They haunt me

But who are they? They are my prison

My night, My day

All I see, I hear, I am

They are my voice and my voices

But all the time;

Screaming

Yelling

Arguing

Complaining

Going on

And on

And on

And on

And on

And on

And on

And on

STOP!

They make me scream.

They make me yell.

But theres nothing I want more,

Than for them to just be quiet.

I've got a few 100 word short stories but they were for school so gotta tone down

1.

The vultures close in. Their claws rip into my heart, hurling me into an abyss of anger, shame and hurt. Haunted by demons, whispers of taunts and lurking shadows, the torrential tsunami in my head threatens to tear me apart. My soul that’s filled with scars, my frozen heart just wants to feel the warmth of love. My home, a winter wonderland, my solace from a world I can’t control. Maybe if I close my eyes… they’ll go away. Maybe if I sleep… it’ll be forgotten. They say time heals all wounds but why can’t I forget what you’ve done?

2.

The ticking of the classroom clock. The shuffling of feet against the concrete floor. The millions of eyes piercing deep into my soul, watching my every move. The silent mouths ready to erupt in unstoppable laughter with a single mistake. The wrinkled script in my hands from holding the paper too tight. The thunderous palpitations of my heart against my chest. The ice-cold numbness of my hands. The beads of sweat rolling down my neck. The torrential tsunami of thoughts, threatening to tear me apart. “Are you okay?” A voice breaks through. With a small smile I replied, “I’m fine”.

3.

A little girl is born. A child just wanting to be feel the warmth of being loved and accepted. Alas, the world showed it’s darkness too soon, for she balled up her little fists to face the demons. A child, yearning to be heard and understood, only to played down as she numbed her emotions and forged an iron mask to hide the tears. People say that time heals all wounds but it seems forever frozen at that period of hurt, anger and shame. She thought that by enduring the pain, she was being strong, only to become a little girl that grew up too fast. A chance of being a child forever stolen from her life.

I don't want to fall

I don't want to stand

I don't want to leave

I don't want to stay here

I don't want to have this body

I don't want to have these problems

I don't want to rely on people

I don't want to be the only one

I don't want to pull you in

It's pretty bad but it's angsty

i tend to refer to SH as an art, because that's what it is to me, please don't take it as promoting. SHing is a dangerous thing.

The artist donned in long sleeves,

What is their art?

The artist who fears summer,

What is their passion?

The artist that longs for the cold,

What is their medium?

They paint in red lines,

Their brush in a careful grip,

Makes light strokes of a sticky crimson art,

With tissues to clean the paint that drips.