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 Apr 21 Poet
Leanne
When your heart is feeling tired and full in all its parts,
It's me that will help you, baby, I'll carry your heart.
When your heart is feeling heavy and it's full of a load to bear,
It's me, love, I'll carry your heart with so much care.
When your mind is racing and you don't know which way to go,
It's me, Ray, I'll carry your heart to lessen your load.
When you struggle with your decisions, your heart should take,
It's me, Ray, I'll help. I'll carry your heart when you need a break.
When you just need to know that you're truly not alone within your heart,
Baby, it's me, I'll always carry your heart as long as you let me; we won't break apart.
All my love my sweet Ray ❤️
 Apr 21 Poet
Soul-in-poetry
My bed is so warm,
So safe

Leave me here to rot please.
I enjoy the comfort of my bedroom
I don’t mind being left alone

I crave the isolation,
I crave being alone in my thoughts
I crave being calm and tired in my bed

Oh my bed is so warm,
So comfortable

I don’t care for the good weather out
The “exciting things” to do

Just leave me here to rot
I’m just so tired

I know this isn’t healthy,
But I’m scared–
So please just let me hide here,
I feel so weak…
Just a little poem about depression
I’m going to quit you,
like the bad habit you are.


You’re a vice,
both constrictive
and a weakness.
You’ve already wasted so much of my time.

So I’m quitting you,
like the bad habit you are.
Cold turkey.

No more writing about you, wasting time thinking about you.
 Apr 19 Poet
Blue Sapphire
I am broken,
don't fix me.
If you find me in pieces,
don't collect me.
I am replaceable,
just replace me.
It's quite easy.
 Apr 4 Poet
Irma
Vu
 Apr 4 Poet
Irma
Vu
I used to love
Not to be loved.
I used to notice
Not to be noticed.
This is what I was meant to be.
 Apr 3 Poet
Kai
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Kai
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 Apr 3 Poet
Xio
My heart was heavy, so I wrote, turned ghosts to words, let poems float. You read, you stayed, you understood—and that alone made bad days good.

So here’s my thanks, a whispered sigh—
I’ll step away, but not goodbye.
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