Based On This Plush:

Some old poems of mine (4):

TW: depression, mental & emotional abuse

Mornings:

What I dread the most about mornings,

is waking up.

Waking up to a new day of pain,

of anguish,

of a never-ending cycle

that tears me apart.

Waking up to a family

that isn't family,

and being beaten

until I wish it would all end.

The worst part about mornings,

is having to stop dreaming.

TW: poor mental health, self-harm

Help Me:

Can you help me feel comfortable in my skin and keep the demons from getting in?

Can you help me silence the voices when I'm going deaf from all the noises?

Can you help me keep my hands away from my itch though all I want to do is tear my skin off when I scritch?

Can you help me steady my breathing if the choking air gets too seizing?

Can you help me save myself from drowning in my negativity before your place in my life starts uncrowning?

First semi-proper attempt at pixel art:

Some old poems of mine (7) & (8):

I was...very sleep deprived when I wrote these and wanted to try my hand at a different style. They're still wips.

Warnings: crack, incomplete

Zombie dog:

Zombie dog goes out to play.

He's hoping people don't get in his way.

He's not looking to bite anyone.

He's out to roam and have fun.

Being a zombie can be quite boring.

The humans can't play because they're busy mourning.

And when he tries to bite his favorite bouncy ball,

sometimes he loses his jaw.

There's nothing to do during the day;

the squirrels have all gone away.

It's no better at night;

people always give him such a fright.

Bat & Cat:

Bat and cat are the best of friends;

they do everything together.

Even when they have to make amends;

they're still birds of a feather.

But bat has a secret

and cat has one too.

They both do their best to keep it.

What would they do if the other one knew?

Bat is a vampire.

Cat is a werecat.

Learning how to use Photopea

Edited Photo:

Original Photo:

Some old photos of mine that I'm kind of proud of.

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Some old poems of mine (5):

TW: depression

Dreams:

To get away from this house.

To be myself

and get away from these shackles

that drag me down.

To be happy and love myself.

But the thing about dreams

is that they're impossible to accomplish,

and few ever succeed.

Some relatively old sketches of mine: