http://slow.writerscafe.org/breezi18 The original writings of author Bre en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024871 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I feel that I am falling in a hole in the ground and I can't get out. I am climbing but right when I get to the top I fall and have to start all over again. I just want to escape and feel free again. Now the hole is getting bigger. I'm still trying to get out but it isn't working.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/2000273/ I see youand you see mebut all you see is my smileand you don't know what is behind that smile. It's darkness. It's fear. It's the feeling of wanting to die but staying alive against your will. So you may think you know me but you really don't.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1974547/ She looks for a lover in her. She wants to hold her and love her. But she knows that she can't, because even though she lusts for her, her lusts for someone else. And that breaks their heart, everyday.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1974191/ I am worried. Not worried about me, not worried about you. Worried about mom and dad. Mom and dad are not parenting. It just seems like they don't care. I feel like I am not cared for anymore.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953720/ My heart is broken. And my eyes are sore, but what does that, have to do, with my mind. I loved, and lost everything. My heart, my lungs, my mind. Now the only thing to do is to cut. Cut everything away. Until I am gone. And gone I wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953592/ Sometimes I wonder, wonder about everything. I don't know if I should, But I just do. This may not rhyme, but who cares. It has a dark meaning. But again, who cares. It's a poem about broken. A poem about love. But she surrendered he love. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953591/ My life is made up of depression and anxiety. I never found good coping strategies, except to cut my sorrows away. Every day and night,I find myself crying in the corner of my room. All alone once again.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953344/ Life. Life is hard. Life is difficult. But you know what?It's worth it. All the way. No matter how hard it is to deal with, keep going.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953338/ Smiling is a natural response to a funny joke that you thought was funny. But what happens when a person smiles just for show?I did. I wish I didn't. But I did. And I regret it every. single. day. of. my. life.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953327/ Do words mean something, or are they just there to say something?I mean, someone can just say themand not mean them. Right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953304/ This is a poem book about all things broken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953291/ I am fine. I am totally fine. Aside from the not wanting to eat, the waking up 20 times a night, the wanting to die. Yeah I am totally fine. How are you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953289/ Depression is a illness that comes from the brain. Sometimes you have certain chemical imbalances that cause you to be depressed. It is nothing you do and nothing you said that made you have that. It just happens. What I don't understand is why people think that we want to be thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953288/ I cut on Sunday. It was a bad day for me. Really bad. I had an argument with Liz and she never forgave me for whatever she said I did. I still don't think I did anything but at the same time I did everything wrong. The therapist told me to tell her how I felt and that's exactly what I did. It just d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953082/ She has darkness that no one sees. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953081/ She doesn't really understand, what's going on inside her head. Is this all wrong?Is she playing make believe? Was that a real song?Stop lying girl,explain how you feel. Talk to me girl. Just quit the lying. Quit the escape from your feelings. Stop saying your fine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953035/ Did you hear about the girl who cried, from the corner of her room, every night?Proving everyone wrong she got worse and worse, and suddenly she just couldn't take it any more.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953030/ I am just the girl with anxiety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/breezi18/1953026/