Some Old Photos Of Mine That I'm Kind Of Proud Of.

hi! i came from a post from findproshippers with a bunch of fandoms like bsd if you want to talk :)

Hi! Nice to meet you! Likewise, if you or anyone coming to this blog wants to talk I'm more than happy to!

Some old poems of mine (2):

Headphones:

He yells

I put on my headphones

But even they can't drown out his anger

Or the looks that say:

"This is your fault"

"You just get in the way"

"It would be better if you never existed"

But all I can do

is put on my headphones

TW: poor mental health, self-harm

Help Me:

Can you help me feel comfortable in my skin and keep the demons from getting in?

Can you help me silence the voices when I'm going deaf from all the noises?

Can you help me keep my hands away from my itch though all I want to do is tear my skin off when I scritch?

Can you help me steady my breathing if the choking air gets too seizing?

Can you help me save myself from drowning in my negativity before your place in my life starts uncrowning?

Based on this plush:

Learning how to use Photopea

Edited Photo:

Original Photo:

Some old poems of mine (6):

TW: depression

Life:

What belongs to me but is not my own?

My life apparently.

Decisions are never mine

for fear of those always present eyes

glaring at me in disapproval.

My future is someone else's too.

Years go by too fast

leaving me behind

hiding behind a smile when my only certainty is death.

(Sometimes I long for the numbness).

My body and health

my mind

are dictated by others.

I wish I could take control,

but I would never use it

as well as these strangers believe they do.

Some old poems of mine (1):

Leave:

Blood is thicker than water.

Or so they say.

Maybe they lived in a different world.

I believe,

that what doesn't have a form

is even stronger

because it's what you imagine.

Family can become enemies

and friends can become family.

Strangers can catch you when you fall

while people you know are content to let you hit the ground.

Forget the mindset that you have to stay

and take care of yourself.

Oh hey, I came here from the BSD proship fans post since you liked it. How are you? Nice art by the way.

Hi, I'm doing good, thanks for asking. What about you? And thank you for the compliment!

Some old poems of mine (3):

Screaming:

He won't stop screaming

I can't stop scratching

Day after day after day after day

He keeps screaming

I keep bleeding

Day after day after day after day

He still screams

I still scratch

It never ends

He never stops

It won't stop he won't stop

So my heart stops instead

Learning how to do pixel art. I think I made a depressed Nacli. Or an emo mushroom:

The photo I was attempting to recreate: