Anxiety is an angry beast
It has crooked teeth and yellow eyes
And if it wasn’t clamping it’s jaws on your neck
It might even be funny
It’s always there
A shadow in the daylight
And a ghost in the night
It peeks around doorways and hangs in pictures
It lives in your bed
Your house
And there is nowhere that is safe
Deep breathing is an aspirin for a stab wound
Fighting back is a bandaid for a bullet hole
So instead we sit
And we never stir
And we hope that maybe our brains will quiet
Or our breathing will stop
Because anything is better
Than that crooked beast that taunts me
Anxiety
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Shattered pieces of hope
Scattered on the floor
Ominous ticking in my head
Crazy forevermore
Embodied spirits of dread
Soar high in the night
Sitting in on dinner parties
Giving folks quite a fright
The stars laugh triumphantly
Casting hopefuls down
Watching as they struggle
Hoping that they drown
Till they turn to apprehensive fear
Waiting for the sun to strike
And send them back to the stars
To continue their silent plight
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
"You sure do smile alot"
The birds always say
"You betcha"
I reply with a smile
But open my purse
And ask for a nurse
Because it's filled to the brim
Sorry if this is too grim
But my purse is a house for razor blades
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Hello beautiful
The words everyone wants to hear
To validate their beauty and their worth
Or simply to feel loved
You are loved
Don't ever feel alone
Because I've never met you
And I can honestly say
I love you
And whenever I see you
Hello beautiful
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Why do I have to act the part
To get the help I need
I just want this all to end
and for someone to believe
That maybe if I died
I could finally breathe
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?
Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.
They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why
And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day
Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh
And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung
And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Sometimes when I say "I'm fine."
I just want someone to hug me and say "It's okay, I know you're not."
But that never happens
And with my trusty razor blade, I piece myself back together again
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I...
Still
Earn
Love,
Find
Hope
And
Recover
More
Every
Day
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
**I'm not trying to **** myself
My cuts are merely a cry for help**
You could read them like a journal if you were to look hard enough
This one from the time I cried until I could't cry anymore
That one from the time when sleep was oh so far away
And that one there, just a scar
That was my first cut, the one that began it all
Sometimes the only way to bury the emotional pain
Is by covering it with the physical pain
Like the bite of a dull kitchen knife against your stomach
Or the burn of a sharp one
The little beads of blood welling to the surface
Like the tears of my emotions
In physical form
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
I'll just sleep it off
With my head on my pillow
When the tears won't come
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC