Showing posts with label Loneliness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Loneliness. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Winter | Poem


Author of Artwork Unknown
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"Numb and alone, even the snow cannot be felt on my skin and within my bones."
'Winter' is a short poem written and created by me. It is part of my four seasonal poem series focusing on dark emotions. For the previous season, click here. Thank you for reading!

Sunday, 25 September 2016

Fall | Poem


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“When there’s nowhere left to turn, the voices and void thickens, leaving us in total darkness—alone to burn.”
 
 
‘Fall’ is a short poem written and created by me about the dark state of depression—our fall. I made this for those who are going through a tough time where it feels as though everything is falling apart and fading away. Just know you are not alone, even though it may feel like you are.

There is always a way to turn over a new leaf. ♥

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Monday, 26 October 2015

The Lost Diary #7 | Internal


The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.
http://steph-ex.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-lost-diary-1-lost-girl.htmlhttp://steph-ex.blogspot.com.au/search/label/The%20Lost%20Diary

Internal

I'm sorry.

These words are hard to find—hard to speak. I'm sorry you have to see me like this, so raw and so weak. 

I wish I was different, I wish I were strong. Haunted by my corrupted and anxious thoughts, I wish to belong.

Friday, 14 August 2015

The Lost Diary #6 | Two Sided


The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.
http://steph-ex.blogspot.com.au/search/label/The%20Lost%20Diaryhttp://steph-ex.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-lost-diary-1-lost-girl.html

Two Sided

There are always two sides to every story, just like there are two sides of every face: two different personalities. I was never the popular type in my horrid memories of high school, even when I tried to fit in. I was always the 'odd' one out—the lone black sheep in the flock of white and grey.

Smiles were often faked and forced, my back often stabbed, my face laughed at, and my mind lost in a cloud of hurt, betrayal and deception. My actions were mocked, my voice was always a distant sound in the noisy background forever unheard, and my image was nothing but a cruel joke.