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Juanita Sep 2021
your fragile flesh weeps
but even your blood soaked tears
cannot stain, steel with a conscious
your branded with your sorrows

but one day
you’ll grow new skin
because your disfigured heart still dreams
and your soiled scars will soar into stars
Merlie T Aug 2021
I want to crawl inside
The crevice of the tree
Tiny and curled
Away from the world
Away from all of this.
Safe inside the hollow tree
Dark and comforted
A little cold
Breeze to blow in through the crease
Yes, here is where I'll stay awhile
Maybe forever,
I'm not sure
You say it just cause
You don't want to make me feel bad
Or whatever...
I don't know what to think
My hopeless heart will sink

Deep depression...
Sleep obsession...
Anything to get away from the pain
Pill pop, heart stop, will make you...
feel again...

The agony
The elation

The tragedy
The temptation

Sad that he
is medicating

Because she
had to hate him
Vitu Jul 2021
Dealing with too many things
Overwhelms and confuses me
All the work and even social media tossed aside
Wondering when will I ever be let free

All the humiliating words become a burden
To only worsen my mental mind
Suffocating through stress and anxiety
With only the feeling of escaping society

Challenging against ADHD, Anxiety and Depression.
Is already a big fight, asking for help just seems like I'm a burden or just weak.
All I could afford to do is smile and not worry anyone
If only life was easy to be undone
lucidwaking Jul 2021
We're chewing on pancakes,
And sipping cold coffee from wine glasses.
A record turns as we wistfully gaze outside,
Watching the weeds grow through cracks in the pavement.

A pill for you, a pill for me -
Without them we'd wear ourselves out.
They'll squeeze the norepinephrine and
Dopamine out of our neurons,
Just to keep us stable.
We toss them down the hatch,
Swallowing the chalky and bitter taste
Of uncertainty.

This is how we keep ourselves out of the hospital.
We listen to self indulgent music,
And keep our thoughts safe within these walls.
Dear friend, don't hang your head.
We'll be past this someday,
Maybe.

My psychiatrist promised I'd feel better,
So I'm going to try my best.
I'm sorry that your moods and mental state
Have been swinging like a brass pendulum,
To and fro;
Bleak lows and manic highs.
Let's take a stroll out by your old backyard pool,
With water black as ink.
Breathing in the crisp air
May help us clear our heads.

I'll always love you, you *****.
Call me and I'll come,
And we can wallow in our intrusive thoughts.
Grab my shoulder
So we can stand and fight the tides of life together.
Feedback and critiques welcomed!
the anguish
that never leaves my heart

bites my nails
and pulls my hair out

this anguish
one day might **** me

but maybe
just maybe

it already did it
I'm truly anguished, I have so many feelings, so many thoughts in my head rn but I can't barely write about it :(
S May 2021
This will be the last time that I ever write about you.
Lily Priest Apr 2021
Forgive me.
The world is busy,
stormed with shards of uncertainty
that razor at the ropes of sanity,
till only frays remain, stumped at my thumb,
light in my grip.
Its times like these that I sink;
Kind faces become blurry blobs of expectation,
Waiting hands are impatient in their skin,
Opening and closing with the clasping closeness that feels choking.
I am smothered by the too much
and bury my head beneath the deluge.
The quagmire blots my ears,
Muffles the movements
All the sounds of all the somethings
going about the day.
In the ignorance I remain saved,
Every thought just about intelligible
Every feeling a negligible waver on this frequency.
Forgive me, hold me accountable for the hurt that I cause.
But the world is busy
And all I crave is quiet.
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