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juneisdoomed

juneisdoomed

paranoia is a disease unto itself
Mar 23, 2026
11
i think it's worth talking about something that's been helping me recently. over the years, i've gotten into and faded out of countless hobbies that i participated in just to distract myself from my suicidal thoughts. but lately, i've been writing poetry about it. and i think it's a hobby that will stick.

i think what makes it so impactful for me is being able to write down my thoughts without having to conceal any of them. i can make the meaning as vague or as straightforward as i'd like. it feels like i'm actually getting something done coping-wise rather than just doing something to distract myself. that's more than likely why things i tried in the past didn't stick; i was only doing them as a way to separate myself from my thoughts.

i'm not a poet by any means. i don't think i'm good at writing at all, to be honest. but it helps. i've been doing strictly freeform poetry because i feel that it gives me more freedom. poetry doesn't judge or force you to water down what you want to say. and i think that's wonderful.

this poem is untitled

Chill air whispers across my skin
As a steady hand
Prepares to carve
Not a hand of my own, it seems
But a hand of the me
That I had forsaken

The me
That I had hoped
Would never return
Not me,
Not anymore

My breath hitches in my throat
The sound of ripping flesh
Hisses into my ear
Blood begins to well
I smile
It smiles back
 
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Mrlostman

Mrlostman

Member
Feb 9, 2022
25
this is off topic but you have a really cool name :)

happy to see you find something that helps you out with your struggles.
 
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Kamaainakupua

Kamaainakupua

Magic Villager
Mar 15, 2026
192
This might be a good source of inspiration for more wonderful poetry.

... and positive feedback, too!
 
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