Fayth18marie - Hello Poetry

A.D.D //// attention deficit disorder Living with attention deficit disorder My brain is constantly going and i cannot focus. Normal people can block all this mess out but with me the music and whispers is too much, i become overwhelmed. Today i decided i wanted to break stuff and throw stuff and hurt everything near me, instead i sat here crying in the library. Complaining that i’m tired of being stupid. I know i’m not stupid but i hate my brain, i hate that i can’t focus i hate that my life is at a constant fight with my thoughts. My a.d.d. Brings on bouts of depression and sprouts my self hatred. I have these unrealistic goals and expectations and i know that i’m not always going to be able to make a one hundred on every paper and every test but still, it burns my brain with anger at myself.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC

A.D.D

A.D.D //// attention deficit disorder Living with attention deficit disorder My brain is constantly going and i cannot focus. Normal people can block all this mess out but with me the music and whispers is too much, i become overwhelmed. Today i decided i wanted to break stuff and throw stuff and hurt everything near me, instead i sat here crying in the library. Complaining that i’m tired of being stupid. I know i’m not stupid but i hate my brain, i hate that i can’t focus i hate that my life is at a constant fight with my thoughts. My a.d.d. Brings on bouts of depression and sprouts my self hatred. I have these unrealistic goals and expectations and i know that i’m not always going to be able to make a one hundred on every paper and every test but still, it burns my brain with anger at myself.

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Opening Up About Depression When you finally tell someone You hate yourself They don’t understand I’m sorry they’ll say While reaching for your hand It’s kind of like being in a heavy metal band Something is constantly screaming at you Telling you, you’re better off dead When you’re all there You know you’re okay Everything is alright It’s not the end But on those days When you’re simply Gone You think people would carry on

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC

Opening up about depression

Opening Up About Depression When you finally tell someone You hate yourself They don’t understand I’m sorry they’ll say While reaching for your hand It’s kind of like being in a heavy metal band Something is constantly screaming at you Telling you, you’re better off dead When you’re all there You know you’re okay Everything is alright It’s not the end But on those days When you’re simply Gone You think people would carry on

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My face is red like the velvet cake we ate on our first date My heart is pounding in and out of my chest Just as the floor was pounding at our first concert My mind is glitching as though I was back to that night The night we tripped The overwhelming sensation of life at my fingertips Has taken over me The track marks on his vein didn't change who he was The velvet stains just like that cake only changed one thing What changed was our being Our being together Our being apart It all seemed the same When we're together neither of us are there When we're apart we're together At heart Everyone says distance makes the heart grow fonder The distance out between us formed a troubling path way to the near future Where my life is no longer in my hands but more or less at the end Now my neck is covered in velvet cake Hand prints of the past Cover my body as though I can't rid them As if I took a bath in the problems I cannot face My very own velvet cake

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Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC

Velvet cake

My face is red like the velvet cake we ate on our first date My heart is pounding in and out of my chest Just as the floor was pounding at our first concert My mind is glitching as though I was back to that night The night we tripped The overwhelming sensation of life at my fingertips Has taken over me The track marks on his vein didn't change who he was The velvet stains just like that cake only changed one thing What changed was our being Our being together Our being apart It all seemed the same When we're together neither of us are there When we're apart we're together At heart Everyone says distance makes the heart grow fonder The distance out between us formed a troubling path way to the near future Where my life is no longer in my hands but more or less at the end Now my neck is covered in velvet cake Hand prints of the past Cover my body as though I can't rid them As if I took a bath in the problems I cannot face My very own velvet cake

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Unwanted hands They find me Nothing can stop them They break me Touch me Unwanted hands They’re everywhere Sliding and gliding In every place Especially the unwanted places Unwanted hands Tearing me apart Pulling at my hair Smiling in my face While i cry Unwanted hands I wish they were gone They are full of harm Yet, they keep going Keep pushing on Unwanted hands Screaming at me You’re worthless Stupid Ugly Unwanted hands Breaking me Hurting me Scaring me Loving me Unwanted hands Saying all those things Yet they still find their way To all the secret places Places that have not yet been discovered Unwanted hands They took over They stole me Changed me Made me Unwanted hands Around my neck Gripping tight Strangling Red marks Unwanted hands Unwanted hands Unwanted hands

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Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC

Unwanted hands

Unwanted hands They find me Nothing can stop them They break me Touch me Unwanted hands They’re everywhere Sliding and gliding In every place Especially the unwanted places Unwanted hands Tearing me apart Pulling at my hair Smiling in my face While i cry Unwanted hands I wish they were gone They are full of harm Yet, they keep going Keep pushing on Unwanted hands Screaming at me You’re worthless Stupid Ugly Unwanted hands Breaking me Hurting me Scaring me Loving me Unwanted hands Saying all those things Yet they still find their way To all the secret places Places that have not yet been discovered Unwanted hands They took over They stole me Changed me Made me Unwanted hands Around my neck Gripping tight Strangling Red marks Unwanted hands Unwanted hands Unwanted hands

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