Writing Prompt

There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach

Silence held its own sound,

The inevitable buzz of tension,

And the cruelty of its existence,

In silence there is decay,

In silence there is lack of being,

An arrow before the plunge,

A held breath before the lunge,

An unpredictability that cannot be anticipated,

There’s truth in a storm’s approach,

It won’t deny you the information of i...

It starts with a drop of rain.

You don’t think much of it.

_“Hey, he’s kinda cute…”_

You forget about that little drop

Until another lands.

_“Do I have any classes with him?”_

As the rain starts to sprinkle down,

You look up.

You see a cloud hanging overhead,

Swirls of emotion ready to rain down.

You could go inside, take shelter from the coming storm, but…

_“It feels nice to like someone-_

_Even ...

There's a relief in feeling the storm approach.

When the silence finally gives way to the familiar noise of my thoughts overlapping each other, I can relax once more.

And it's strange to admit, but I feel comfort in my own mental illness.

I feel comfort in letting myself cry when nobody is around to listen; in bottling up my emotions until I break down.

It's easier to do that than to open up; ...

TW: Self harm (not current)

I was given labels:

Main character

Annoying

Try hard

Stupid

“Bitch”

“Dumb ass”

Sinner

“Stalker”

Weird

Broken

Loser

Princess

Boring

Creep

Terrified

Tired

Care too much

Depressed

“Fat”

I dealt with:

Suicidal thoughts

Self consciousness

Self deprecation

Anxiety

Cut wrists

Shame

Tears

Being used

Betrayal

Fake friends

Exhaustion

Being lied to ...

There was a relief in feeling the storm approaching. The pause while I was reading.

“What is this?” I’m asking, panicking.

I think back to all the overthinking, when I was convincing myself something was happening between them. When I knew he’d always end up picking someone like her, beautifully perfect, unlike me. I convinced myself I was just generally letting my mind go to places negatively. B...

Not the prompt.

Today has been a difficult day I would say close to the worst all year and has been every year since 2019.

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Everyone is fighting fights that you will never see, always have empathy, thank you.

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Love you

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Miss you and happy birthday Lena, may you rest in peace 🖤...

‘There was a relief in feeling the storms

Approach’

Hell was the only reproach,

Fear bleeding out from under me,

My anger wishing to be free.

‘There is a freedom in dancing in the rain’

Always the same refrain.

Picking a fight in hell,

Knowing I will be the one who is felled.

‘There is always the stillness after the downpour’

Teeth spit on the floor,

Blood on the edges on my mouth,

You are the ...

Ragging on the inside 

Spiraling on the out

Looking calm and ending in a shout

You ruined my friendships 

Tore kindness right out

Blew up on your parents 

They love me but doubt

Go down to the pits 

Stay far from my mind 

Anger you have no place in my life

A peace within never found

A fear that strangles toe to mouth

Go wrap your little fingers around

Someone else this round

I’m tired of your cri...

There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach,

No anger, only calm,

No in between.

I was a man built of flesh and fear,

cowering in its shadow.

The snarling sound of death always near,

its crooked face haunted my dreams

In which the grass was always bright green,

and flowers bloomed in blood-red streams.

There was a relief in being in the storm’s presence,

No sadness nor fear, as I was...

finally.

the storm is coming.

40 miles.

i’m stuck here,

just want out

i don’t belong

just wanna shout

finally.

the storm is coming

30 miles.

just leave me be

i don’t wanna know you

i won’t pretend i care

i’ll always stay true

finally.

the storm is coming

20 miles.

bring on the madness

destroy all of this

maybe i can escape

while you fall into the abyss

finally.

the storm is coming.

10 mi...