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hannah-coleman
hannah-coleman
Sometimes it feels like I’m looking a stranger or maybe even a ghost in my mirror. Dark eyes with no sparkle stare back at me and part of me wonders when I started looking like a corpse. Meals get skipped more often than I actually eat and my body starts feeling like it’s made of glass that people keep breaking while she tries her hardest to put me back together. And when I get sick, because it always happens, it’s like my bones rattle as I shiver and each cough feels like my throat is being torn apart from the inside out and after each fit I try to be surprised that there’s no blood. When I’m asked about medical history I have to tell them I don’t know because I really don’t. I’m so stupidly afraid of getting some preventable but hereditary disease because I never knew it was in my genes. I find myself turning the same words over and over in my head while I lay in bed every night: they didn’t want you and they didn’t love you and it’s your fault. It’s gotten to the point where I believe the lies my anxiety-ridden subconscious tells me. The logical part of me knows the lies aren’t true but how do you console yourself in those lonely hours when you’re alone and no one can hear you cry yourself to sleep? Six nights a week it’s all fitful sleep and when I wake up I’m still so exhausted it takes everything I have just to haul myself out of bed to take the pill that makes it so I can just barely scrape by during school and even then it’s not good enough so I find myself failing and then I realize I just don’t care anymore. There is no in between for me, I can’t just kinda care it’s all or nothing and ninety nine percent of the time it’s nothing so I lose myself in my video games and ignore the screaming in the back of my skull that tells me to get up and do something productive with my life but I just can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to try it’s that I physically cannot make myself care enough to do anything and it’s almost like I can ******* feel my muscles begin to atrophy.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Obsession with depression
Sometimes it feels like I’m looking a stranger or maybe even a ghost in my mirror. Dark eyes with no sparkle stare back at me and part of me wonders when I started looking like a corpse. Meals get skipped more often than I actually eat and my body starts feeling like it’s made of glass that people keep breaking while she tries her hardest to put me back together. And when I get sick, because it always happens, it’s like my bones rattle as I shiver and each cough feels like my throat is being torn apart from the inside out and after each fit I try to be surprised that there’s no blood. When I’m asked about medical history I have to tell them I don’t know because I really don’t. I’m so stupidly afraid of getting some preventable but hereditary disease because I never knew it was in my genes. I find myself turning the same words over and over in my head while I lay in bed every night: they didn’t want you and they didn’t love you and it’s your fault. It’s gotten to the point where I believe the lies my anxiety-ridden subconscious tells me. The logical part of me knows the lies aren’t true but how do you console yourself in those lonely hours when you’re alone and no one can hear you cry yourself to sleep? Six nights a week it’s all fitful sleep and when I wake up I’m still so exhausted it takes everything I have just to haul myself out of bed to take the pill that makes it so I can just barely scrape by during school and even then it’s not good enough so I find myself failing and then I realize I just don’t care anymore. There is no in between for me, I can’t just kinda care it’s all or nothing and ninety nine percent of the time it’s nothing so I lose myself in my video games and ignore the screaming in the back of my skull that tells me to get up and do something productive with my life but I just can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to try it’s that I physically cannot make myself care enough to do anything and it’s almost like I can ******* feel my muscles begin to atrophy.
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Take heed fellow traveler... For inside the mind of every man There is a saboteur Wreaking havoc in your head Filling you with dread This saboteur is silent Only you can hear its voice Pounding in your senses With every single choice Do not lock yourself away With a scheming saboteur Or place yourself within its path Or attempt to cure it of its wrath You may think to follow it a while That selfish saboteur A word of caution: With every mile, room, and tile The saboteur holds your very soul on trial While you suffer from the stress Of trying to be your best The saboteur is the one who stirs Giving you no rest However... If you still struggle to seek it out Or make this picture clearer To learn the face of a saboteur You need only find a mirror
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
The Mirror
Hurting inside. Pain is everywhere. I feel it in my soul. Or where it should be. Try and try but everything is already set. We have no choice. Its time to leave.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Hurt
The touch of your hands cracked my walls. Your sweet fragrance drowned me in an ocean of roses.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Hurt
You can't just walk away as if you're ok You can't just leave without a word If you get hurt do not run stay If you want to cry come to me I will hold you Don't fear me because I care Love me for I am still here at your side
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Hurt
I loved you more than you deserved. I spent far too many nights crying myself to sleep for it to be the right kind of love and you spent far too many nights questioning whether or not you loved me for it to be real. I don’t know much but I know love shouldn’t be worried that each time you walk out my door it’s the last or being too afraid to let go of your hand. I wanted more than anything in the world for it to be you but there are only so many times that I can fall asleep crying over you
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
him
Once upon a time there's once a girl who met a guy and she fall in love with him just like love at first sight and when she met this guy she observed everything about him he had pretty hazel brown eyes a broad cheesy smile and dark hair too at the church she met him again she said hey and he said hello,nice to meet you but she was too shy to continue they started talking everyday, every night falling in love slowly, deeply, madly he hold her hands across the busy road he buy her flowers which she love the most.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
; once upon a time
He comes to her in moonlights glow Wraps her in his arms                    it is so cold.... Protection he bestows Yet she cannot feel his skin                   so cold, she's shivering....   Only the feeling from within   He is her forever mate At least in her minds sake                 her breath crystallizes, frozen   She cannot know if he is truly there Or if her mind just fabricated him to help deal with what she cannot bear.                  so cold, dark, shivering,  can't see For he is only a ghost that shall forever leave with the dawn With the break of the sun he disappears gone
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Ghost
All I'm asking for is a chance, A chance to prove my worth, A chance to earn a place upon This site to share my work I'll show you my inner feelings, Share insight to my soul Relate, digest, connect the dots... Through others work I'll scroll Please accept me to your website With arms that open wide We'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll scream out loud; Then smile, with you on side. © Karen L Hamilton, 2015
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
A Chance
forgiveness, easy to perceive, hard to admit, forever to achieve, hard to permit
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
forgivness