Mental Health

The Collector of Broken Hearts
The Collector of Broken Hearts At the end of a quiet narrow lane Stood a shop that had no proper name Its windows dark, its curtains drawn
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
~Such a Terrible life!~
~Such a Terrible Life!~ "God Help My Soul!" Last words of Edward Allen Poe! "God help my soul" Such a terrible life, Baltimore killed me... (with their drink),
By Jennifer Cooley3 months ago in Poets
CLAMP ON
Holding on to my Iman Give It up for man of faith…. World Is so demonic now Do my best until they’re safe…. Character Is what we’re judged on
By Haychie_Artist3 months ago in Poets
Interior
Blinded by the darkness: cottony, fibrous mass of worthlessness asserted by all and sundry, superior souls never gagged and blindfolded,
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Poets
SPEED. Content Warning.
The night is quiet And empty I seem to be the only one left on the streets The speed is oddly calming Looking over the edge keeps my mind silent
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
Beyond Right and Wrong
A good partner is someone who truly empathizes with you. How important is empathy? When you are sad or have made a mistake, their first thought isn’t to correct you, but to comfort you—prioritizing your emotions. Reasoning comes later. More than being right or wrong, they care about your well-being.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 months ago in Poets
What’s Done is Done
Don’t look back Don’t turn around You have seen enough of your past Focus on what is ahead of you Not what haunts you from times past.
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
Stepping Outside of Myself
~Marie~ Stepping outside of myself Imagining that I am watching me through a quiet lens I see someone both fractured and whole.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️3 months ago in Poets
The Room. Content Warning.
When I was a kid I was locked alone in a room. There was nothing in it except a single big, rugged rock. Everyday someone with a disfigured face would come into the room and beat me.
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
ANTS
Why do they keep coming? They're never ending They're covering about every inch of my body Biting It's getting excruciating
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
In Hiding
Don't look at me Don't ask about me Don't try to get close to me Don't try and figure me out I don't want any of it I don't want your pity
By CotardDelusionz3 months ago in Poets
what for he fought. Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
long after the war is over a single lonely soldier rides home his only companions are the chill and silence while he considers many things
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets