Mental Health

HEX TO HACKERS. Content Warning.
Guys, I created this today on my cell and my older because I am hardheaded and too old for this shit. Whoever dd this wanted to shut me down. I need my other bread and butter to my social security. Excuse the language, but hey, I am being nice compared to what I wanted to say. PEACE OUT!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Hamilton
Accomplished — so smile, without holding back. Spoken by a heart still soaked in tears. Battle-tested, learning purpose without a map,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
my double-edged sword. Top Story - August 2025.
Goddess of the night, I love you so Yet I will face you all the same Your long golden hair spilled down your back in an endless wave, a waterfall
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
If It Happens
You Broke Yourself so i broke me You Lost Yourself and i lost me You Left Yourself i can't leave me you're quiet now But I Still Weep
By Alicia Morenoabout a year ago in Poets
Still Praying
My God- I woke up like this... in this place where feelings come to die‐ everything is hurting, heart, mind, body and soul...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Who knew. Top Story - August 2025.
What’s unexpected is inevitable when you’re trying to understand a plan you’ve never seen. If what you feel makes you full,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Good Bye
I whispered it softly, like a leaf torn loose by the wind, a word too small for the weight it carried. “Good bye” is not just a parting,
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Poets
A Reminiscence
When I was six years old, I accidentally knocked a bowl of fideo off the kitchen table. * I watched in slow motion helplessness
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
Through Broken Nights, the Dawn Still Rises
Beneath the stars, where secrets hide, The soul remembers the shifting tide. Through broken nights and whispered rain, It learns the beauty inside the pain.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the Quiet Sky
The night is calm, the world so still, The heart beats soft, yet bends to will. In shadows deep, the spirit tries, To find the truth where silence lies.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
The Drawing
Wanting a conversation with you so I drew a flower Each petal represents longing for hours The grass beneath it represents the amount of times I thought about you
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
When & Where
When I discontinue counting up, and resume counting down my years, as prayers feel unanswered after my eyes have become red and dry from the loss of their tears...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets