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S I N Dec 2019
The four skyscrapers
Looming on the horizon
The poplars fallen
Vic Dec 2019
For everyone who needs it. Y'all better take care of yourselves, I love you.

First thing, If you think you're going to self-harm, make sure that there are people around. Meet up with a friend, walk around town, go to a shop, or even just go into the living room with your family. If you're not alone, you can't self-harm. You can also call a friend, whatever it takes to not be alone.

Second, listen to some music, watch a movie. Silence is a killer. Put on some relaxing piano music if you're having a kind of anxiety attack. If you're not being that anxious, maybe listen to some of your favorite (upbeat, happy) songs. You don't even have to sing along.

Smiling. Smiling, even forced, actually makes you feel better. Look in the mirror and tell yourself you look beautiful, that your smile is great, and give yourself some compliments. Even a little. Just, smile?

Writing it down helps too. Even if it's stupid. Just, write down whatever. Not just your feelings, but things like jokes, happy song lyrics, something nice someone said to you, whatever.

If you have an instrument, play it. Just, pluck the chords or smash some random keys. Same with drawing, you don't have to be good at it, just draw. You have to be busy, and actually do things physically.

Working out could help too. You'll be fit, and you'll feel better.

Draw/paint/write on the place you want to harm. Make happy stuff there, so you'll be reminded of good things.

Analyze movies, songs, beats, behaviour of people on soaps, whatever.

Do chores. Another "keep busy" thing, but it works. Your house/room will be clean, which will make you feel better. If you can't clean, just organize something.

Make yourself some food or a nice drink.
Focus on different things.
(Or message me of course)

If you really can't resist the urge;
You can shoot an elastic band at your arm or rub paper against your skin.

If you eventually end up harming yourself with scissors, a knife, razor blades, whatever. MAKE SURE IT'S CLEAN. I can't stress it enough. If you decide to self-harm, you don't want it to infect.

What NOT to do;
- Shower. (You'll see all the places you wanna harm, there are razor blades around and sitting in the shower for too long will make you feel sad)
-Listen to sad songs. (They'll make you feel worse)
-Lie down. (If you're active, you're more likely to be happy. Don't lie down. You'll sink down, mentally and physically. Even if you just stand up and walk around the house that'll make you feel better)
A poem every day
08-12-19
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019
May be
You don't really know
What madness is
Until you reach
That level
Where you are
Self driven

Once
You are mad
For sure
You will crave to be
Mad again

Keep moving
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Better Human Project || Passion
Author's Note: How do we know, what we know? And the ordinary will never understand what madness is, and that moment you don't need to make them understand. Let it be the passion for life.
Past Nov 2019
On the Pulse of Morning, of Afternoon, of Evening, of Night.
Count from One, to Two, to Three.
Not Once, not Twice, not Thrice.
And then. He grows older, senile, and eventually disappears.

The Sun waves, greets, smiles, listens.
Looking down with warmth, Laughing with no care, Playing with nature,
What a bliss we exist in, Eyes twinkling and with a slight glisten.
A Universe we can shape, an assembly of Culture.
This we can say, is presumed a right,
As for the rest, we do not notice the infectious blight.

The Moon sees, hears, remembers, regrets.
From high above the world, dragged from a realm of dreams, and rejected to the rear,
Once a ray of hope, How can a Nation fall to such a threat.
As time progresses, we recede from the center of this Sphere.
Lost and astray, we drift along the margins,
Arms we obtained to gather and sharpen.

We have began our descent towards the fogged terrain.
Where we no longer seek out fame.
What we once called a land of opportunity,
Now the remnants of the past community.
Written in Sophomore of hs
Robby Nov 2019
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
levi eden r Oct 2019
recently, i feel like i've become someone else,
my true self,
the person i was meant to be.

the universe kept making go through the same situations until i learned my lesson and kept true to myself.
test after test after test,
and i finally passed it.

i've realized that I am the light at the end of the tunnel,
I am the burning candle that lit my own way through the darkness,
I am the grass and sun on the other side,
I am my own answer,
i always have been.
twitter : @omw2you
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