acoble - Hello Poetry

I sat down in the cold hard seat, My heart slamming into a concrete wall, Splattering everywhere, While 3 pairs of pupils, Penetrate my soul. You could tell the commotion, Was broiling underneath the surface. Silence was my best friend, We sat there together for what seemed like a lifetime, Until the timer was up to start the saga, Of my never ending rendition, Of the same **** story. My head was spinning, Unaware if I shall pass out or ***** first. “You have a choice.” My nails dug into the rough leather, Resisting the urge to scream. Thoughts scrambled my brain. Yes I do have a choice, It’s either I throw myself off a cliff, Or I let you push me.

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Mar 12, 2019

Mar 12, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC

acoble

Enough is Enough

I sat down in the cold hard seat, My heart slamming into a concrete wall, Splattering everywhere, While 3 pairs of pupils, Penetrate my soul. You could tell the commotion, Was broiling underneath the surface. Silence was my best friend, We sat there together for what seemed like a lifetime, Until the timer was up to start the saga, Of my never ending rendition, Of the same **** story. My head was spinning, Unaware if I shall pass out or ***** first. “You have a choice.” My nails dug into the rough leather, Resisting the urge to scream. Thoughts scrambled my brain. Yes I do have a choice, It’s either I throw myself off a cliff, Or I let you push me.

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Waking up to a heavy chest My body begging me to sleep again And my anxiety begins the second I realize I'm alive I'm trying to learn to function With all of this negative energy inside me I know it'll pass and I know it'll get better But right now it hurts I feel unloved Unloveable I feel lost inside myself A place I can't stay too long Before I lose my mind I can tell myself I'm worth it and That my worth isn't defined by others And it works for a bit Until something else comes up and My heart loses its energy And I either feel like giving up Or ready to fight everyone

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acoble

Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC

Nicol-g

Depressed Again

Waking up to a heavy chest My body begging me to sleep again And my anxiety begins the second I realize I'm alive I'm trying to learn to function With all of this negative energy inside me I know it'll pass and I know it'll get better But right now it hurts I feel unloved Unloveable I feel lost inside myself A place I can't stay too long Before I lose my mind I can tell myself I'm worth it and That my worth isn't defined by others And it works for a bit Until something else comes up and My heart loses its energy And I either feel like giving up Or ready to fight everyone

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The world is my movie screen, I’m constantly being reminded, That I am only a spectator, In this ****** up life. My hands are not my hands, Yet they’re right in front of me. The thing is, I can never press pause. I am always on the go. It’s as if my mind is a separate deity, Than my body. I look in the mirror, And see someone who I know Is supposed to be me. However, this fog that constantly Fills my brain makes me feel as if I am Walking on clouds, unaware of my steps. I wish I could see the world in 1st person. Instead of this bright, oversized world, That pounds with every step I take. I feel nothing which means I feel everything. It’s just all in the inside, constantly building up, Without notice. It’s as if I am driving a rental car. I know how to drive but the car is foreign to me. The gears work, but they aren’t mine.

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Mar 10, 2019

Mar 10, 2019 at 8:31 PM UTC

acoble

Derealization

The world is my movie screen, I’m constantly being reminded, That I am only a spectator, In this ****** up life. My hands are not my hands, Yet they’re right in front of me. The thing is, I can never press pause. I am always on the go. It’s as if my mind is a separate deity, Than my body. I look in the mirror, And see someone who I know Is supposed to be me. However, this fog that constantly Fills my brain makes me feel as if I am Walking on clouds, unaware of my steps. I wish I could see the world in 1st person. Instead of this bright, oversized world, That pounds with every step I take. I feel nothing which means I feel everything. It’s just all in the inside, constantly building up, Without notice. It’s as if I am driving a rental car. I know how to drive but the car is foreign to me. The gears work, but they aren’t mine.

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