J’ai envie de mourir Je ne sais pas à qui parler Comme une envie de rétrécir De disparaître à tout jamais

Mon âme en décomposition Ce monstre que j'ai haï Parfois il vis en moi comme une hésitation J’ai bien trop peur qu’un jour, il jaillit

Un éternel déjà vue Qui s’accompagne d’un sentiment aigu Toujours là Il resserre son emprise, je n’oublie pas

Sa souffrance est son poison Que j’ai ingéré toute mon enfance Les séquelles sont comme une danse Elle t’entraîne vers un abîme sans raison

Abandonné cette lumière, qui dit ne plus briller Qui survit en vidant mon étincelle Dois-je accepter de m’oublier Où l’abandonner à son fardeau, Elle

I will not fight, I will not fight, I will not fight. God damn, I demand a stand from my fellow man. How can you stand as they sell off your land and demand more of your wages as you sway through a waste of a one-bedroom apartment for $6000, living in squalor as they holler you need to work harder to provide them with their 32% taxes? It’s taxing my back. I need a break before we break. I cannot take while you take and take and take. Please don’t make me hate my home, a state with nothing to state.

Today is tuesday may 28th and today Imma write whatever comes to mind. Rain clouds over head as the thunder roars the rain begins to pour the storm will pass because storms don't last forever my life stressors are tearing me apart the anxiety builds up panic I can't breathe my heart. Races calling out for help to be noticing motivation is hard to keep the depression has a grip on me the maniac state of ones mind the darkness within for me I can't breath my breath hitches to be beating heart pounding like a drum my anxiety is chronic i can't breath my heart races faster beating BOOM BOOM BOOM 1… 2… 3 breath slowly….4 ….5 …6…. My breath slows down as I cool down …..7 …. 8…. 9…. Breath in and out 10 …. I still can't breathe….

Who was I before that ring Who was I before those 3 letter words Was I sad Was I happy Was I Courageous Was I all I could be Who am I now I am sad I am lonely I am confused I don’t even know who I am to even recognize me I am a shell of a woman I am a women that has been lie to I am now a woman who doesn’t trust her Instincts I am the result of a woman that has been Betrayed I am a broken woman but who was I before

We loved we fell

This world is hell

I tried and fell

The Bloody cuts

A Punch to the guts

This is not right

I wish I could end it all tonight

Let there be silence

Let the world end

to tierd to defend

The things I love Flew away

like a dove

The people who left

That i love Look at me from above

The dead I miss

That single kiss

I miss him

I miss her

Let there be silence

Let there be peace

Let me breath

I want to leave

But to Cunseve

The let the breath leave

To finally see

The people I miss

Let there be silence

But going there

Would make me tare

Would make me loss that guy I kissed

The guy I’d miss

He hates me Wouldn’t

date me Not again

Not even a friend I miss him now

I wish he knew

The reason I’m living is still you

Let there be silence

This world is hell

The starving

The sick

The women

The men

The rich

The poor

The Slut

The whore

The white

The black

The skinny

The fat

The straight

The queer

The CIS

The trans

The homed

The homeless

We are all people but

we are not shameless

We all fear

Something or someone

Words hurt

Loss burns

Loving can sting

But remember this final thing

No matter who

No matter what

You are human

Your perfect

Fight for your right

Let there be light

Let there be silence

By- 𝓛𝔂𝔃𝓪 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽

Who am I, what am I, where do I belong. Inner thoughts inner self and a self no one will ever see. A personal persona hidden so well not even the person holding it knows themself. In a world of wonder what is the reason of being-here. One word miles apart from one mind to another. An understanding of nothing but dreams of everything. Inner conflict-my inner conflict. A small child inside my head, different thoughts and emotions, scary joy, more fear? A teen mind and emotional conflicts my heart and mind tearing me apart, no understanding. An adult woman coming to my body and emotions conflicting with every move and identity of myself. Me. I understand myself like wildfire with an understanding of water in the sky. In some cases I feel as if I have no reason for the experience of life in the lifetime I exam on a single day to day basis. Wonder of a new life excites, and terrifies me all in one case. A new chapter in a book or series in a show. Who am I or have I known myself for years but the change is too much to understand at a time. My inner child telling me “I am here and will stay. I no longer see myself in this anymore. I have changed and didn’t even know it.” A thought for your mind will come to break you down till you make up your mind and understand yourself in your current moment. But at times you never understand and wish to, but once you do you wish you never did. What am I or where do I stand in a world where nothing makes sense. What is the reason for my placement here and how do I get out? My teen self in my ear “lets go time to go. We must carry on, are life is waiting for us, something new, something fun. Where we cannot stop but need to.” How can I relate to myself in this new place and where can I be safe from myself? Where do I belong? What’s going on, I am fearless, but scared. New emotions are coming to me and I am not reacting how I wish. An adult version of me in my eyes seeing me “I can see myself in a new life full of change, nothing will be the same. Time ahead and new reasons why and how. But what do I do now?” Where do I go and can I do it and succeed? Once I was scared of having no idea of how to live. I’ve changed as everyone does but can’t see myself anymore. I know I’m not alone but feel as if I’m in a room where no one can see me and I can’t even imagine myself outside the walls. I walk around to the pictures on the walls of my life past present and future. Every version of myself not like the next and past one. Where I can sit in silence not judging a thing I’m just full of wonder

ITS ALL OK

trying to hide with a smile on my face its all ok

look around wonder why your heads not right yeah feel like im different all over the place its all ok

take it day by day the clouds will go away yeah i take comfort in the web of lies its all ok

the grass is greener on the other side yeah stuck in place it would be easier to lern to fly its all ok

to young to be broke yeah all the tolls in my life going deeper in debt its all ok

its not over until its over yeah but i seem to be losing the fight it all ok

i wish i knew why its ok why i keep on trying but i dont and im fine

some times i feel like im not fine but i am

its all ok

Oh hey did I wake you? couldn't sleep came here to be with you didn't want to be a creep staring at you in dark corner of the room like a night monster I could be been horny decided to lick you rather then dick you hope you don't mind now go back to sleep this all a dream

I want to do something that's very known.

But I'm to scared to do it you know.

It's something that rhymes with Roku.

You know what it is. Don't you?

I'm to scared to do it you see.

I'm so scared of dying like something in the sea.

You might say, " Don't do it! You have your whole life ahead of you!"

But no I don't think so. So I'll bid you adieu.

---By: ASV

Depression, a vice-like grip On humanity it does slip A weighty chain around our hearts Dragging us down, tearing us apart

Like a shadow that never fades It lingers, suffocates, invades A silent monster, lurking within Sapping our strength, leaving us thin

It's like a storm that never ends A hurricane that bends and rends Our souls, our hopes, our dreams A torrent of despair, or so it seems

It's a darkness that engulfs the light A tunnel without end in sight A maze with no way out A feeling of being lost, no doubt

But know that you are not alone You are strong, and you have grown The grip of depression can be loosened With love, support, and hope it can be lessened

So hold on tight, and don't let go Together, we can weather the stormy flow And come out stronger, wiser, and free From depression's tight grip on humanity.

Looking into the ocean The breeze blows your hair back Goosebumps filling your arms from the chill The waves crashing and splashing together That's how you make me feel Like I am some glorious destination Like my body is so memorable But when in reality, you know You know everyone has seen it It's not as beautiful as you think Really, when you look deeper The darkness starts to creep in The sharks come out What isn't known starts to be shown Until just like every marine biologist You choose to go no deeper You return home You put your Google away You turn your back But there is still a curiosity It lurks when you least expect it So you come back Just to visit Now you're the tourist looking in While I am no longer the ocean you desire No, now you are somewhere new Somewhere fewer people come Somewhere inviting Somewhere you are starting to call home Slowly, my waves have stopped They no longer crash and splash all over rocks No, now this ocean is still, vacant, lost While you still look out across your newfound ocean You smile while the new sun hits you While you don't know That just like my ocean, your new ocean is just as dark.

Golden Silences

The sweetest sound is silence. O to be alone with your sole safe and sound away from the noise and destruction of the world. O to be comfortable in your solitude and relish the power of independent thought. Self seclusion is the medicine for the modern world that is seldom taken. In a society of deafening negative explosion the kindest act of self love is positive solus promotion. The health of your heart and mind is your responsibility. You control what impacts your life. You set the invariable elements in your atmosphere. Quietly tending to your existence with compassion and determined patience is key to fuelling the defying strength in you. You do not aspire to simply withstand the storm. You arise as the storm.

Hi everyone, I have a quince tree that recently gave me ten grocery bags full of fruit. I don't know what to do with it. I can make a baked quince dessert, but that's only a couple at a time and takes over an hour. Does anyone know what to do with it? Thank you very much.