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empty seas Nov 2018
i can’t do this
i’m not good enough

i can’t control my own actions recently
obsessively checking and checking
to see if someone is talking about me behind my back

i ate close to 4 meals today
i just ate and ate and even when i was full
i couldn’t stop
even now my stomach yells at me
so full yet so hungry
and the whispers say just throw up
but i’m still too cowardly to try

i can’t stop shaking
if not my hands, my legs
if not my legs, my teeth
at one point i could feel my brain inside my skull
everything is uncomfortable and hurts
so, so much

i am a failure
i am a failure
and i need to drill it though my
rotting brain
before self confidence comes again
i can’t do anything
i can’t practice for a state competition
i can’t study for the ACT
i can’t even keep myself from tearing
the inside of my cheek apart
in an attempt to stay calm
i’m rotting

i am falling apart
i can’t do this
i’m not good enough
i am a failure
empty seas Sep 2018
my limbs are so cold
my body failing to produce body heat
yet my heart still beats
my breaths are shallow
my lungs collapsing in on themselves
yet my heart still beats
my stomach always hurts
my intestines rotting from the inside out
yet my heart still beats
my mind is fuzzy
my brain unable to function while my body fails
yet my heart still beats

i am dead
a rotting corpse of a person
yet my heart still beats

i am dead
but i am alive
my anxiety often makes me feel like I’m a dead body, but certain things can dispel that feeling and make me feel alive
This poem series “corpse”, is one where I talk about this feeling and the things that manage to make me feel like a real person

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