chronically sick mentally fucked

Trees

Blood clot

This war has changed everything. I lost my mother and my sister. Our home is gone. What used to be a normal life — school, family meals, laughter — has been replaced by fear, rubble, and silence.

Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.

We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.

If you’re able to support us by donating 💌 or even just sharing our campaign 🔁, it would truly mean the world. Every small act of kindness brings us a little closer to hope.

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With love and resilience

Got back into writing poetry/short story's/lyrics for the music l've been making after getting out of a toxic relationship/marriage that was horrible for my mental health

-writing has been so healing in my new chapter and journey in life.

Hope yall like it and it helps you too if you can relate <333

i loved you like a dog loves a knife

sharp and licking at the edge of it

blood in my teeth,

your name on my tongue like a rusted nail

we were all hunger & nowhere to go

nights like busted headlights,

the road spilling out forever,

you driving too fast,

me in the passenger seat

praying for a crash that never comes

you said baby, you’re crazy

i said i know

you kissed me like you meant it,

then left like you didn’t

now i run my hands over the ghost of you

like a bruise i don’t want to fade

love is a sickness,

& I’m still sick