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Distraction · June 2021

Thank you Lorry Truck, that means a lot to me

Distraction · June 2021

So if my childhood ever gets brung up, I get reminded that I was just a kid, I was 12 when I moved away from it all and that's suppose to mean I don't remember and that I'm not affected by it which makes me feel like I'm not suppose to be hurting over it, that I'm suppose to be fine.

You were just a kid

I was just a kid,
Constantly being told to die,

I was just a kid,
Whose mother threatened suicide.

I was just a kid who was trying to get by,

I was just a kid trying to keep her mother alive,

I was just a kid!

A kid in the dark,

A kid scared for her life,

A kid who used knifes.

Yes, I was just a kid

And I fucking survived.

lovemimoon · June 2021

I love reading your poems, guys!

I can see the emotions behind it and honestly, it's comforting.

Distraction · August 2021

*Trig warning*

Darkness

I used to be lost and scared,
Searching for something far out there,
But all I could see was darkness and smoke,
Hissing in the distance and ready to revoke,

I gave it some space just watching it float,
Then it starts to get a little too close.

It craws up my arms,
And tightens my chest,
It hushes my screams,
And crushes my breath.

The more I struggle the worst it gets.

My vision goes,
And my knees fall to the deck.

I lay there thinking about what’s next,
Oh, please just let it be death.

LorryTruck · September 2021

Dear Depression, regards from a broken soul

Dear depression,
From a broken soul
You make me dig my hole
Say I'll do as I'm told
Say it's what I chose
Say that that's my home
You watched my life unfold
You watched my mind froze

Dear depression,
Are you OK?
Cause you are making me sad today.

Dear depression,
Is it a phase?
Or will I always be trapped in this cage?

Dear depression,
What's it like in your head?
Or am I forgetting that you need to be fed?

Dear depression,
I am sick of the suspense
When can I stop building this fence?

Dear depression,
When do I get a break?
Cause I'm working at 3 and the conditions aren't safe.

Dear depression,
When does this end?
Because I know for a fact you were never my friend.

Kind regards,
A broken soul. xx

Distraction · January 10

Lost

I’m not quite awake,
Still held in a foggy state,
Like drifting from reality to outa space.

Wondering between the lines of real and fake,
Where the world keeps spinning
And the face of time escapes.

I lose myself... to this empty place.

Where feelings get taken,
And minds get broken.

Where the darkness and confusion thrive on pain,
Until nothings left but an empty chain.

So please… just walk away,
Because I'm fighting enough as it is today.

Laura_tigger82 · January 11

Hello all,

Thank you and well done for continuing to write and share your poems. I hope writing is helpful for you. If anyone wants to talk about anything, please know we are all here for one another. I am really glad this is a safe and supportive space for writing

LorryTruck · July 3

I was waiting for an ending to this nightmare that never came.
I return to another day and everything is just the same.
An endless battle, forever searching for an escape.
I know I can’t run away. I know I cant run away.

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