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Cut

By: Raizes October 10, 2019October 10, 2019

Poetrycut, depression, mental illness, Poetry, Poetry, scratch, self-harm2 Comments

I cutMyselfTo forceThe mindTo feel the painPhysicallyNot mentally.

Two-ticket Escape

By: Raizes August 31, 2019August 21, 2020

Poetryacoustic, depression, escape, fear, featured, folk punk, haunt, help, motivation, music, Poetry, punk, thơLeave a Comment

The ceiling of the pouring rainIs up there on the floor of the gods.I drag my luggage on the sand,Carrying all of my understandings.

Quán bia người lớn

By: Raizes August 26, 2019August 21, 2020

Poetrybeer, depression, drink, drunk, featured, memory, people, Poetry, problem, thơ, việt namLeave a Comment

Ừ thì, con nít đâu được uống bia đâu. Uống vào chỉ làm ruột gan thêm lăn lộn, từ những bó cơ sợi cơ đến cả những hormone và cảm xúc. Rồi mấy đứa con nít sẽ không kiểm soát được mà… cảm những thứ khó hiểu, và làm những điều linh tinh.

For all my life

By: Raizes June 22, 2019

Poetrybroken, depressed, depression, hide, life, life poem, Poetry, Poetry, thơ, wrong1 Comment

For once, I just have to stand up and face my everything. Here is a poem for the depressed minds, about the depressed minds.

Tired of going home

By: Raizes March 27, 2019March 27, 2019

Poetrybroken, broken home, depressed, depression, home, hope, lost, parent, parents, Poetry, Poetry, tired1 Comment

I’m tired of going home.
Sun sets nigh,
but I’ve lost my will.

Nếu ra đi trong giấc say

By: Raizes February 26, 2019March 6, 2019

Poetrydepression, poet, Poetry, Poetry, vietnam, vietnameseLeave a Comment

“Không phải lúc nào tôi cũng mệt nhoài đâu. Không phải lúc nào tôi cũng buồn bã đâu. Chỉ một lúc thôi. Tôi sẽ trở lại là con người mà mọi người cần ngay đây. Tôi sẽ trở lại ngay đây…”

We Got Time

By: Raizes February 3, 2019February 3, 2019

Poetrychasing, depression, Love, Poetry, Poetry, youLeave a Comment

I wrote the following poem a long time ago, during my time of depression. Things have changed since then. Anyway, how does this piece come up to the surface after all the time? When I was cleaning my room, I found the verses on a crumpled note. I think this was a ‘kinda’ OK poem…