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Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind.
Studies show 1/10 people self-harm but thats only the people that come forwards for help, so its estimated that actually 2/10 people self harm. Its also estimates that around 75% are teenage girls.
Okay. I can do this Smile. Sigh. I walk through the crowd, surprised that no one has realised my false pretence that I try so dramatically to pull off. Or maybe they have given up on me.
I felt alive this morning, for the first time in a while i felt human. I could feel myself inhale, hear myself exhale. Feel the tickle of the breeze from my window on my bare shoulders. I was awake.
When the first bombs fell, I was nowhere to be seen. I had already come clean, two weeks before, on the end of a rope in the old general store.
I would be lying if I said I was depressed now. Sometimes we try to figure out what exactly everything means, but it's just so hard. How I feel about the current events in my life.
<strong>“When a man gets up to speak, people listen, then look. When a woman gets up people look, then if they like what they see, they listen." - Pauline Frederick.
I am a prisoner of my mind. Chained down by every judgment. Trapped by what society thinks. Cornored by beliefs that you are not good enough. Beaten by what the world has to say.
They say that practice makes perfect, but there’s no such thing as perfect so why do we try so hard to become something that isn’t possible. Many people have their own personal view on perfection.
Written for a friend in need. <3 By Me. Emily. Sometimes we think that we have no worth Sometimes we question the time of our birth. Sometimes we feel that who we are isn't good.
I'm not depressed I just felt like writing something sad. Enjoy .
The sky from my window is clearer than ever now. I can see the dolphins jumping in and out of the water happy for the sun to shine. I wondered upon what will happen next...
I come back up for air. I had to. Underneath the surface of the lake all I could think about was the past. And I promised myself that I would do that as least as possible. What am I supposed to do...
I thought about starting this post with a quirky, out of the blue type of quote or statement, then realised there is nothing fun or comedic about the subject i am about to talk to you about...
Sometimes I feel like I'm not supposed to be here. I shuld have been dead instead I'm alive and I see clear.
~This poem is about Depersonalisation, a mental illness that I suffer from where I feel disconnected from my body. A lot of people who smoke weed develop it, but I attained it sober.
"When I am sad I cant breath.
I’m fighting hard; I’m trying my best, Trying to find myself apart from the rest. My mind is crazy it’s certainly not a place to be Once you enter the light again you will never see.
I close my eyes this is what I see, the words in my head I am madness and madness is me silence is loud and darkness is red, images float through my head, a light is dim then gone lost in the stars,...
Claustrophobia - extreme or irrational fear of confined places. "Gasp. I can't. Gasp. I need to get out of here. Gasp. Everyone else is breathing the air, my air. Gasp, gasp gasp. The room is so...
They're constantly asking me what's wrong, why I'm so distant, why I'm not as perfect as the other kids at my school.
When I was 4 my parents divorced. I went through counseling, therapy, anger management classes, anything and everything I've been through. The first time I went back was last year for my brother.
If I was going to tell you a secret, would you tell not a soul. No matter how twisted, would you help me feel less distanced. Would you judge me but take my side.
I want to write like there's no tomorrow. My fingers cramp at the thought of all the memories. Not sure if I'm ready to share those. They longer in the depths of who I once was. I miss her. The old...