/r/arttocope
Self made drawings, writing, art, music, and other forms of self expression created to cope with what gets us down.
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Welcome to arttocope! This is a place for people to share any drawings, pieces of writing, music, and any other forms of expression that they have created in order to cope with what gets them down.
This sub reddit by nature deals with sensitive material. Please be aware of this while browsing!
Please post whatever you like--It's your creation and very personal. We only accept art made by the user who is posting it, do not post other people's works!
We have very few guidelines here, as it seems antithetical to put guidelines on an art forum. But please do not post art created from blood or pictures of blatant self-harm. See discussion here and here
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Trigger Warning: Rape. Poem I made to describe what rape and ptsd is like.
The process of losing your skin is long and excruciating. You're left wondering when it'll be over, when they'll kill you, and if they don't, you'll be wishing they did.
Existence when you're skinless is pure agony unless you distract yourself. Your bare body crying out with the contact to the air.
Sleep is fruitless when you're left alone with the flashbacks and nightmares of the time you lost your skin, reliving the fear and agony all over again, and again. Your skinless body still crying out in pain as you try to actually get a full night's sleep.
Any problem, minor, or major, in your life stings so much more, then before, like dust touching your bare body.
When you try to be vulnerable and love again, you often hold your breath, waiting for them to hurt your defenseless body and soul, because that's what you've learned about love from the person who took your skin.
Maybe, one day your skin will grow back, or, you'll just learn to cope with your exposed body, or, just, maybe, you won't survive without the skin on your body. Leaving the world behind and just becoming another statistic, the only way to find out is to try.
didn’t take me long was a very quick midnight doodle and I don’t draw like this often either, also posted this is r/shteens so ya that’s me if u see it! could of been better but ya ><
mold is a pretty big trigger for my OCD and I live in an old house so I'm suffering rofl. the vents in my windows are open and the wall isn't suffocated so I guess I just have to be one with the fungus
I miss you so much but you don’t wanna do nothing with me You never wanted to be my friend Because I’m so unworthy too damn ugly I wish I was never been born What’s the point of being alive when everyone you love hates you
I really love art
My birthday in 3days I've been clean for 143.it doesn't feel right nothing does anymore
I’m not the best ever but I’m proud of this one
No friends and lonely but it's important to get it out when it becomes too much