Tag: mental-health
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[The Weight of Truth]
sister to “the weight of chaos” You spun your web of pretense,each thread a subtle distortion,a tapestry wrought with guile,crafted in the shadows where light dared not trespass.But even as your whispers dissipated like smoke,I discerned the contours of truth,untouched,immutable. You called me innocent,but I was never naive—I was attuned to clarity,my gaze unclouded by…
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[The Weight of Chaos]
You stir the stillness,whispering falsehoods that cling to the air,each deception a filament,entangling me in webs of doubtuntil my breath stutters,my pulse quickens,and I fracture. You prevaricate,sidestepping truth like a shadow,crafting narratives that belong only to you.Your words slip through crackslike water over stone,leaving me gaspingfor the clarity you withhold. In the distorted mirror of…
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[nowhere to go]
Poke the bear, they said,until her claws carve truth into the air.Who’s afraid of little old me?Not them—not yet. Pain sharpened into punishment,lashing out at every shadow,every hand too close.Anger needed a home,and I gave it mine. I became the thing I feared,teeth bared,eyes burning with everything I couldn’t bury.Hurt has a way of growing…
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[scripted]
I carry the weight of a storyno one else remembers.It lingers in the marrow of my bones,echoing like a song I never asked to learn. You, the conductor of chaos,wove lies like silk,soft to the touch but unraveling me,strand by strand. I was the scapegoat,branded “crazy,”while you painted yourself in colorsonly I could see were…
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[gasoline]
They called me mad,But I was only tired—Tired of the lies that dripped like poisonInto my soul,Tired of the games they played,The ones where I was always the villain,Never the victim,Never the one who had the right to speak. I stood,Fury boiling beneath my skin,Not because I wanted to be angry,But because anger was the…
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[it will always be you]
It will always be you I fear Never have I given My heart more Than to you -Amelia James
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[the space between]
I gave you grace like sunlight—gentle, unwavering, though it burned me deep inside.I cradled my anger in open hands,offering it to you as a gift. And when it wasn’t returned,when my kindness met with silence,I wondered if it was ever mine to give. I longed for you to see the cracksI’d patched with threads of…
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[deadline]
They say time heals all wounds.But time alone doesn’t stitch the heart back together.It doesn’t silence the echoes of betrayal or stitch closed the seams of fractured trust.Healing is more than days passing—it’s waking up to the same ache,and choosing, again and again, not to let it consume you. Some wounds feel like they come…
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[never real]
I showed you who I was And you fell in love And I fell in love with you But the person I fell in love with Was never real -Amelia James
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