Tags : Breakdown

Cerberus

Cerberus

A Poem by Rebecca Kerr


spoken word, mental illness
WANTING MORE.

WANTING MORE.

A Poem by Terry Collett


A young woman in a locked ward recovering from a mental breakdown after being jilted at the altar in 1971.
Fetal Position

Fetal Position

A Poem by Chelle


When on the brink of insanity, there's no better expression of despair
Destruction

Destruction

A Poem by Georgia


Lurking in the shadowsGhosts of the pastDevils of my bodyHell of my groundWar of my worldBattle of my weaknessDeath of my soulLife of my miseryCollect..
Define Me

Define Me

A Poem by Savannah Bly


Define me through your eyes
Am I Too Much?

Am I Too Much?

A Poem by Georgia


The chapter ends againIt’s the same story with different names;They walk into the distance and fade awayThey are not alone.Some days I remember ..
Empty Lines

Empty Lines

A Poem by Mara


I wrote this at night, which explains the insanity it's laced with.
Various Remnants of Heartbreak - poem 1

Various Remnants of Heartbreak - poem 1

A Poem by Ariana Omnomnom


I get sad a lot and I cry out poems
Various Remnants of Heartbreak - poem 2

Various Remnants of Heartbreak - poem 2

A Poem by Ariana Omnomnom


I get sad a lot and I cry out poems
Various remnants of heartbreak - I'll Probably Still Love You Anyway

Various remnants of heartbreak - I'll Probably Sti..

A Poem by Ariana Omnomnom


I get sad a lot and I cry out poems
Price of Translucence

Price of Translucence

A Poem by Roshan Nair


This piece is dedicated to the struggle we have to shed our masks to the ones we deeply care about, but are afraid, knowingly or not, that they might ..
Not today

Not today

A Poem by underthemask


I will walk this path into the unknown, I won’t dare look back. The scares in my past won’t need to be seen. But not today, not t..
Breakdown

Breakdown

A Poem by christopher fox


April 13th 2015
Hidden Fire

Hidden Fire

A Poem by Hannah


Bite your tongue Don't say those words. Hold that thought Don't let it slip. Red haze covers Slitted, cold eyes. Shh, hold back no..
M.M.

M.M.

A Story by teebird


As a child I had been victim of sexual abuse. Writing became an outlet for me as I got older. This is the first story I have ever shared, hoping someo..
C.R.

C.R.

A Poem by teebird


A large part of a difficult past.