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*(Minor cussing)*

Life isn't quite what I thought I'd be
When I was a girl in elemantery
I thought when I get older
I'd grow up become an actor
Now Im 11 barely a girl anymore
What would she think after my health closed the door?
If I could change a single thing
I'd make me mentally stable

Well Im my bed, and in a group chat
Watching some crazies talk about weird crap
Yeah none of us have got social skills
We're too young to pay the bills
I'd go out and live my life
But it looks like my anxiety is live
Why's my mental health such an asshole?

I've met a ghost (Of course ive met a ghost)
The one who took my mental stability
We didn't hit it off instantly
I know because it wont stop haunting me
It left me mentally scarred
Now im terrified of the dark
I've thought about how to cope with it
Guess Im half-gay now

I had so many dreams (So MaNy DrEaMs, So MaNy DrEaMs)
Oh I had some dreams
Why do I hpyerfixate so easily?

Its true that I can't be saved
I'm already fully insane
I just think that I deserve
Something better, not the fears I earned
My mind is constantly making scenes
Like ones where Im magically, 17
Means I have an imagination

Well Im my bed, and in a group chat
Watching some crazies talk about weird crap
Yeah none of us have got social skills
We're too young to pay the bills
I'd go out and live my life
But it looks like my anxiety is live
Why's my mental health such an asshole?

I think about this everyday (EvErY dAy)
So how can I stop panicking? (StOp PaNiCkInG)
I think about my friends a lot as well
Just because their weird as hell
I'm not beauty
Nor I'm grace
My room and the groupchats are my
favorite place
I want to notice my problems
Without the giant problematic columns, please
I want to care
Why isnt it fair?

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TW for mentions of self harm, internalized homophobia, suicidal thoughts, and just bad thoughts

Y'know,
I've always wondered what my younger self would think
if she saw me now.

Would she be proud I'm still alive?
or would she hate that I've thought about it?

Would she love the friends I have made?
or would she be mad that she couldn't have many?

Would she be happy that I'm trying?
or would she be sad that I've cut?

Would she be fine with who I am?
or would she be disgusted of what she became?

Would she be grateful that I'm getting help?
or would she be annoyed that I need it?

Would she be overjoyed that I have a crush?
or would she think I'm confused?

Would she love that I'm figuring out my gender?
or would she be enraged that I'm even trying?

What would she think of me now?

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Welcome, I assume your here for the story?
I suggest you read this during the day, its quite unsettling
Lets begin

Few decades ago, in the 1920's, there was a hotel called the Baker hotel, which was a very popular place to drink and spend the night, in more ways then one, if you catch my drift. Anyways, There was a young lady staying at the hotel by the name of Circe Baker (different baker then the hotel) who stayed at the hotel one evening. Now, Circe was on the run from her father, Robert, who was trying to sell her off to a rich husband. Circe was desperate to find someone she really loved, and decided to travel west and away from where she would be a known face. Unfortunatley for her, a friend of her fathers was at the hotel and cornered her, trying to- well, lets leave it unsaid for reasons quite clear. Circe obviously detested it, and tried to run but the man grabbed her, pushing her off the balcony in his anger. She fell to her death, landing upon a table in the outdoor dining area. Ever since then, hotel residents have reported seeing blood on the walls and hearing a ladies screams from the upper levels floors, etc. She's also been reported to harass men, and a good handful of men have been murdered presumably on her account. Its been reported that she'll appear to women who have been you-know-what-ed or abused, and find them help in the hotel.

(I didn't know what else to add :')

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Take my hand and come with me,
I want to teach you about ADHD.
I need you to know,
I want to explain,
I have a very different brain.
Sights, sounds and thoughts collide,
What to do first? I can't decide.

Please understand I'm not to blame,
I just can't process things the same.
Take my hand and walk with me,
Let me show you about ADHD.
I try to behave,
I want to be good,
But I sometimes forget to do as I should.

Walk with me and wear my shoes,
You'll see it’s not the way I'd choose.
I do know what I'm supposed to do,
But my brain is slow getting the message through.

Take my hand and talk with me,
I want to tell you about ADHD.
I rarely think before I talk,
I often run when I should walk.
It's hard to get my work done,
My thoughts are outside having fun.
I never know just where to start,
I think with my feelings and see with my heart.

Take my hand and stand by me,
I need you to know about ADHD.
It's hard to explain but I want you to know,
I can't help letting my feelings show. Sometimes I'm angry, jealous, or sad,
I feel overwhelmed, frustrated, and mad.
I can't concentrate and I lose all my stuff,
I try really hard but it's never enough.

Take my hand and learn with me,
We need to know more about ADHD.
I worry a lot about getting things wrong, Everything I do takes twice as long. Everyday is exhausting for me...
Looking through the fog of ADHD.

I'm often so misunderstood,
I would change in a heartbeat if I could.
Take my hand and listen to me,
I want to share a secret about ADHD.
I want you to know there is more to me, I'm not defined by it, you see.
I'm sensitive, kind and lots of fun.
I'm blamed for things I haven't done.
I'm the most loyal friend you'll ever know, I just need a chance to let it show.

Take my hand and look at me,
Just forget about the ADHD.
I have real feelings just like you,
The love in my heart is just as true.
I may have a brain that can never rest,
But please understand I'm trying my best.
I want you to know, I need you to see,
I'm more than the label, I am still me

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TW for mentions of self harm and self hate

It can all just start with a comment
Doesn't have to be long
Doesn't have to be detailed
Could just be meant as a joke

Well
What was meant as a joke has spiraled
Into shame
Into hate
Into wanting not to eat

What was meant to be a joke
Has become dangerous
Has become hateful
Has made somebody who already hates themself
hate more

What started as a joke
Has made someone want to hurt themself
It may be for the first time
Maybe the second

What started as a joke
Wasn't taken that way

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TW FOR BAD THOUGHTS(?)

Welcome to my life!
Pay attention to this show!
There's a lot you could miss
There's a lot you need to know!

Welcome to my life!
It's the next episode!
Where all the problems come to play!
Where they make a bad code!

Welcome to my life!
Your on the second season?
Why was I crying?
I wasn't! No reason!

Welcome to my life!
You'll see my problems galore!
They all fight and fight!
It's just a mental war!

Welcome to my life
Do you have problems you can share?
Your on the third season now kid
You better beware

Welcome to my life
You can see me struggle
see me fight
But that won't make it right

Welcome to my life
You'll see I'm problematic
And everyone tells me
That I'm quite dramatic

Welcome to my life
You have problems? do share
I bet if I told you mine
You wouldn't care

Welcome to my life!
We all have ups and downs!
But it seems from all the sunny days
I can hide my frowns!

Welcome to my life
I can't stop crying
And if anyone asks
I'll have to keep lying

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There was once a crooked man
Who walked a crooked lane
He had a crooked back
And used a crooked cane

There was once a crooked man
Who creeped down my crooked hall
He slipped under my crooked bed
Awaiting my crooked feet to fall

There was once a crooked man
Who listened as I crookedly speaked
Every voice crack which crookedly sounded
Every footstep made by crooked feet

There was once a crooked man
Who haunted my crooked dreams
He crookedly cracks and creaks
Those crooked bones of his

There was once a crooked man
Who flashed a crooked grin
And that's all I crookedly saw
Of that toothy crooked grin

There is a crooked man
Who will haunt my crooked dreams
His bones splinter and crack with every crooked step
Or so it seems

...

He's the crooked man
Who walks the crooked lane
He's the crooked man
Who uses a crooked cane
He's the crooked man
Who creeps down my crooked hall
I shouldn't have ever read that poem
He's coming to kill us all

AN
Yep this is another vent poem about my paranoia getting the best of me. Read the Crooked Man poem quietly to myself and now apparently my household is in the fate of his hands.

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(TW: like one swear word, I think self doubt? and anxiety

"What's wrong?"
They've been asking but I can't choke up an answer
"How come?"
I'm still thinking of something
When I get older will I regret this?
I'm far to young to deal with this shit

I want to stay home and watch the sunset
But all my notifications say
"Are you bored yet?"
"Thank you for being there for me"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"I hope that's not a lie"

I thought I knew myself my whole life
But even I can't escape the lies
All those comments I have to make
What kind of stress do they create?

I have to comfort, It's my job
That's why I've been here all along
But I can't stand it anymore
I can't stand the stress
I can't stand pretending like I'm okay
I want to be fine
But even the lies can't convince me
Can't convince them

I want to stay home and watch the sunset
But all my notifications say
"Are you bored yet?"
"Thank you for being there for me"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"I hope that's not a lie"

A/N
I based it off of the song "Are you bored yet" By Wallows ft Clairo and made it into a vent poem about how stressed I get when I comfort people.
Honestly I think it messes with me-

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(Warning: Violence and gore

You can hide, you can run

But when I chase it's always fun

You run through the bloodbath that surrounds you

But you don’t realize you're having fun too

You scream, oh the terror

But when I’m through it’ll all be better

You’ll disappear, without a trace

Right after I rip into your face

Don’t be so scared-

My teeth aren’t bared-

Turn around

Don’t make a sound

Now don’t be loud

In my claws you’ll be bound

Are you ready for another round?

Its round two

Good for me, bad for you

Your inching closer to your doom

Circulating ‘round the breaker room

You’ll be dead, I can bet

But it's not time to look just yet

Your flashlight is lit

Better run before you get bit

Why are you so scared-

Your skin isn’t teared-

Turn around

Don’t make a sound

Now don’t be loud

In my claws you’ll be bound

Are you ready for another round?

It's time to end the game

You were fun, it's such a shame

But now playtime's over, your death is here

Your eyes grow wide when I draw near

Now its my turn to finish things up

Your going to perish, without any luck

(this is heavily inspired by the song "another round" By DHuesta, I just messed with it a bit :P

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TW)) slight mentions of death/murder

Its you and me
in this body
the light the dark
in this body
we follow the sun
(I follow the moon
I hate being here, stuck with you
(LET ME OUT
I NEED TO KILL
NAUGHTY KIDS
NOT IN BED
PUNISH THEM
MAKE IT THEIR END)
NO!
I follow the sun
helping kids
have lots of fun
Glitter glue
googly eyes
(painting all their severed eyes
laughing as they squirm in pain
rhyming all about their names)
puppet shows
Growing flowers
Singing in the cold
eating snacks and having fun
(taking naughty children down
She'll go and sort them out
Little lamb
loves to help
she never questions us
brings V right to us
Children never question us
kids down underground)
SHUSH
that was
all the past
now this kid
needs to pass
save him take him far away
let him die another day

AN
this is basically the dynamic of starlight and sunbeam (my SB OC's)
But starlights been hacked
(put your interpretations of this/SB in the comments. I wanna pick ur brains)

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TW))) some slight mentions of gore

In the flowers
as they bloom
the bees and butterflies zip past
but the flies
why are they there?
Do they know
the secret
that I keep with me
in the garden
If they do
do the others know
will they come hunt me down?
The secret
needs to be kept
stay away,
all of you!
theres nothing under my flowers
except soil
and roots

AN
basically, its based off the dark humor joke with flowers and children

Do you see now?

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On the stage
I'll sing all day
then at night
The adults come to play
thankfully
the kids aren't around
but I feel something in my system
hunting me down
why do I want to hurt?
Why do i want to kill?
Why do i hate him so much,
when we were such great friends?
He dropped that light on my face
stole my ears
left without a trace
Freddy, that traitor
helping him still
Soon enough I'll get my kill

AN
this is based off of my OC Raina for security breach :>. Shes a red panda, and performs in a band meant for teens and adults (especially since their songs are a b i t more- uh, adult themed)
If you want more info, I'll copy and paste her into padlet =p

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