Mariana02 - Hello Poetry

Depression takes a lot from you; your time, your memories, your opportunities. It takes things you didn't realize you had to lose It takes your health, your drive, your mind It takes your silence Once the defending noise starts it never ends Once one thought is formed the rest come like raindrops in a storm Once you hear the words it tells you never forget them Once the silence is gone it seems like the noise will never stop The moment I knew I was getting better when I listen to music and Every note, instrument, and vocal that played I heard uninterrupted Every sound felt like a concert in the back of my head Every thought I had was my own Every single thought that was formed was given permission to exist I am grateful for a lot, my family, my friends I am grateful for the time, memories, and opportunities I get to have again But most of all I am grateful for the silence in my head that let me own my own mind again

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Jan 31, 2021

Jan 31, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC

Mariana02

Grateful for Silence

Depression takes a lot from you; your time, your memories, your opportunities. It takes things you didn't realize you had to lose It takes your health, your drive, your mind It takes your silence Once the defending noise starts it never ends Once one thought is formed the rest come like raindrops in a storm Once you hear the words it tells you never forget them Once the silence is gone it seems like the noise will never stop The moment I knew I was getting better when I listen to music and Every note, instrument, and vocal that played I heard uninterrupted Every sound felt like a concert in the back of my head Every thought I had was my own Every single thought that was formed was given permission to exist I am grateful for a lot, my family, my friends I am grateful for the time, memories, and opportunities I get to have again But most of all I am grateful for the silence in my head that let me own my own mind again

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Friends and family often ask me what suffering from bipolar is like I always give the same cookie-cutter response. It is comprised of really high highs It also has really low lows and If you are fortunate enough you have periods of baseline. I have never been able to explain that complexity in my head. I was never been able to explain the pain and suffering that has been happening for over 8 years. I was never able to explain that the lows are sometimes last months or years of hate and self-loathing. I was never able to explain the thought never stops you can not eat, sleep, or breathe without feeling pain. I was never able to explain that you feel like your drowning and you are using all your energy to stay afloat that it is easier to just give up some time and sink. I was never able to explain that everything is spinning out of control that you cling on to anything you can. I was never able to explain that the hurtful thing I caused to myself was out of survival to show to myself I could still control something, anything in a place that feels like you will never feel stable again. I was never able to explain how the highs are not highs they are a monster dressed as an angle that seduces you to believe that things are better. I was never able to explain how that demon pushes you past all your limits until you find yourself alone and drained. I was never able to explain the addiction to the feeling of happiness that comes on occasions with the highs I was never able to explain that after living in darkness for so long the high is all you can ask for even if you know it will hurt you. If I had to explain to people now what it is like to suffer from bipolar disorder is like, I would say it is exhausting. The thoughts never end. They never stop no matter how depressed or manic you are. You lie awake all night because you can not silence them. You wake up before sunrise because your awoken by the racing of the thoughts. Your brain never stops. You are left on the floor immobilized unable to do anything but listen to your head feeding you lies. You are left with a body that can no longer function. You are left exhausted and that feeling never goes away. If I had to describe bipolar disorder in one word it would be Exhaustion

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Oct 15, 2020

Oct 15, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC

Mariana02

Bipolar Disorder

Friends and family often ask me what suffering from bipolar is like I always give the same cookie-cutter response. It is comprised of really high highs It also has really low lows and If you are fortunate enough you have periods of baseline. I have never been able to explain that complexity in my head. I was never been able to explain the pain and suffering that has been happening for over 8 years. I was never able to explain that the lows are sometimes last months or years of hate and self-loathing. I was never able to explain the thought never stops you can not eat, sleep, or breathe without feeling pain. I was never able to explain that you feel like your drowning and you are using all your energy to stay afloat that it is easier to just give up some time and sink. I was never able to explain that everything is spinning out of control that you cling on to anything you can. I was never able to explain that the hurtful thing I caused to myself was out of survival to show to myself I could still control something, anything in a place that feels like you will never feel stable again. I was never able to explain how the highs are not highs they are a monster dressed as an angle that seduces you to believe that things are better. I was never able to explain how that demon pushes you past all your limits until you find yourself alone and drained. I was never able to explain the addiction to the feeling of happiness that comes on occasions with the highs I was never able to explain that after living in darkness for so long the high is all you can ask for even if you know it will hurt you. If I had to explain to people now what it is like to suffer from bipolar disorder is like, I would say it is exhausting. The thoughts never end. They never stop no matter how depressed or manic you are. You lie awake all night because you can not silence them. You wake up before sunrise because your awoken by the racing of the thoughts. Your brain never stops. You are left on the floor immobilized unable to do anything but listen to your head feeding you lies. You are left with a body that can no longer function. You are left exhausted and that feeling never goes away. If I had to describe bipolar disorder in one word it would be Exhaustion

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I said this would not happen again I told myself I would not let it I said I was deserving I said nothing less of a princess But still I allow him to push me around I allow him to make me feel small I allow him to say the things he wants because They’re just words They’re just jokes They’re meant to be funny They’re not met to be taken seriously But I guess The fat on my stomach told me he is not wrong The cellulite in my thighs nodded with his words The hair on my face agreed with every word he spoke The slab of fat on my arm swung in agreeance I found myself deciding my self-worth on How many times he said I was beautiful How many times he said he loved me How many times he let go of my hand when people approached him How many times he cared to open any door for me I said I had changed I said I was better I said I love me But You broke me You left behind a person I don't recognize You left me Back to square one

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May 6, 2019

May 6, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC

Mariana02

I will get better

I said this would not happen again I told myself I would not let it I said I was deserving I said nothing less of a princess But still I allow him to push me around I allow him to make me feel small I allow him to say the things he wants because They’re just words They’re just jokes They’re meant to be funny They’re not met to be taken seriously But I guess The fat on my stomach told me he is not wrong The cellulite in my thighs nodded with his words The hair on my face agreed with every word he spoke The slab of fat on my arm swung in agreeance I found myself deciding my self-worth on How many times he said I was beautiful How many times he said he loved me How many times he let go of my hand when people approached him How many times he cared to open any door for me I said I had changed I said I was better I said I love me But You broke me You left behind a person I don't recognize You left me Back to square one

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1. I hate the feeling you gave me when you looked at me. The feeling of butterflies and peace I felt all throughout my body. 2. I hate the feeling of safety I felt when you held me in your arms. The way my head laid perfectly on your shoulder. The way I wanted to stay there forever. 3. I hate the feeling of warmth that traveled through my body when you held my hand. The way I felt protected by the fact that we were linked together in that brief moment in time. 4. I hate the way I felt when I heard your heart racing when you hugged me. The reassurance I felt knowing that you felt just a nervous as I did. 5. I hate the way you made me feel when you held my waist and pulled me as close to you as you possibly could. The feeling of pride you expressed knowing you had me in your arms and you thinking that was the best feeling in the world. 6. I hate the way I felt when I heard you talking. The way I was entranced by your voice. The way that sweet tune made me melt into soft hands. 7. I hate the way you always knew how to make me laugh. The way your humor was never too much. The way you always got me to smile no matter what. 8. I hate the way you made me feel when you went out of your way to spend time with me even when you were incredibly busy. The way you would show up at places you know I would be at just for us to have a small conversation. 9. I hate the way you make me think of you all day and all night. The way I can’t get you out of my mind. The way the memory of your smile is forever stuck in my mind. 10. I hate the way you left without a word and never came back. The way you moved on and left me standing in the past. The way you left me here still loving everything about you.

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC

Mariana02

10 Reasons I Hate You

1. I hate the feeling you gave me when you looked at me. The feeling of butterflies and peace I felt all throughout my body. 2. I hate the feeling of safety I felt when you held me in your arms. The way my head laid perfectly on your shoulder. The way I wanted to stay there forever. 3. I hate the feeling of warmth that traveled through my body when you held my hand. The way I felt protected by the fact that we were linked together in that brief moment in time. 4. I hate the way I felt when I heard your heart racing when you hugged me. The reassurance I felt knowing that you felt just a nervous as I did. 5. I hate the way you made me feel when you held my waist and pulled me as close to you as you possibly could. The feeling of pride you expressed knowing you had me in your arms and you thinking that was the best feeling in the world. 6. I hate the way I felt when I heard you talking. The way I was entranced by your voice. The way that sweet tune made me melt into soft hands. 7. I hate the way you always knew how to make me laugh. The way your humor was never too much. The way you always got me to smile no matter what. 8. I hate the way you made me feel when you went out of your way to spend time with me even when you were incredibly busy. The way you would show up at places you know I would be at just for us to have a small conversation. 9. I hate the way you make me think of you all day and all night. The way I can’t get you out of my mind. The way the memory of your smile is forever stuck in my mind. 10. I hate the way you left without a word and never came back. The way you moved on and left me standing in the past. The way you left me here still loving everything about you.

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I am not a book I am not a poster I am not someone you can read I am not someone who shows her emotions. I have a constant battle in me I have a voice in my head saying “You got this!” I have another voice saying “You’re worthless!” I have a tornado of emotions that will not stop spinning. You have seen me You have heard me but You have never known me. I hide in dark corners I hide from you I hide from them I hide from myself. What am I afraid of? The truth The love The pain The judgment Or maybe all of it. With truth comes judgment and With love comes pain. So I hide I bury everything I bury sadness I bury happiness I bury loneliness I bury anger I bury joy. But when it gets to be too much it bursts. Everything and anything that stands in the way of that explosion gets demolished My relationships My friendships My mind. I am a broken person I am a ticking time bomb I am not a book.

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC

Mariana02

I Am Not A Book

I am not a book I am not a poster I am not someone you can read I am not someone who shows her emotions. I have a constant battle in me I have a voice in my head saying “You got this!” I have another voice saying “You’re worthless!” I have a tornado of emotions that will not stop spinning. You have seen me You have heard me but You have never known me. I hide in dark corners I hide from you I hide from them I hide from myself. What am I afraid of? The truth The love The pain The judgment Or maybe all of it. With truth comes judgment and With love comes pain. So I hide I bury everything I bury sadness I bury happiness I bury loneliness I bury anger I bury joy. But when it gets to be too much it bursts. Everything and anything that stands in the way of that explosion gets demolished My relationships My friendships My mind. I am a broken person I am a ticking time bomb I am not a book.

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