Poetry
Tag Archives: isolation
Sideline
Depression is still in full swing
Alone
Depression and isolation
Zone of Avoidance
Zone of avoidance
“Now you’re selling your body on the cheap” 👀
Labeled a WHORE
Isolation
Depression awareness
Dear Chris @ValentinesFall
LOOK AT THIS BIGOTRY RACIST FUCKING BULLSHIT I PUT UP WITH ON A DAILY
Protege
I got a secret admirer or two or 3 (poetry, prose, language)
Connection
Squeezing one last freestyle in of 2020. Like Cinderella 👍
Hold
Continents are pulling to get away
Sad Gurl Diary (Episode Non-stop crying) Trig warn?
sad gurl diary chapter: I’m Dying
Direction Unknown
Mark your map
I’m Not Okay
Anyone else out there having mental breakdowns or disassociating to survive? Me too
No Entry
I need some time alone can’t get a day
Croon
*sigh* gotta make the best out of nothing
Lonely May I Rot
Feeling underwhelmed
The Lows
A modern-day rhyme
The Signs
Rhyming poetry (it’s kinda my thang)
His Kingdom
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Clouds
A battle between depression and unrequited love
Haunting
You keep haunting me
Scars
Trigger warning. Themes of depression, cutting, and suicide.
Debts
They say when someone rescues you, you become indebted to them forever. It’s true.
Maps To Purgatory
Saline tears, darkest fears
The Great Divide
Hello out there. Can you feel me? Could you ever love me?
I’m Okay
It’s the end of the world but I’m okay. You?
Round and Wound
Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.
Mandatory Social Distancing
Sending love (I think) during this mandatory social distancing
Blue
Maybe I’m not what they need
Rope
Got his noose around my neck…
600 Followers today, uhm I LOVE YOU
Keeping it real + gratitude
Loveless
Unrequited love micropoetry
Ink and Tears
A freestyle poem of unrequited magnitude
Paper Cuts
Wake me when you’re ready
Angels Among Us
Micropoem + angelic digiart
Undertow
I just want him to know I’m drowning
Worthless
The value of nobody
Christmas Mourning
Christmas mourning freestyle rhyme
Web of Shadows
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Numb
The cold comfort of nothingness
Sorrow
When everything hurts…
Dead
I identify as dead
Red
Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me
300 Days
Sailing through heartache
Shadow
Abandoned
Seeds of Descent
Bleeding in rhyme and real time
Money
I am not for sale
Barely Coping
Mostly moping, barely coping
Likes and Comments
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Viking
One day maybe he’ll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
