katieswagbag - Hello Poetry

school schoo scho sch sc s sh sho shoo shoot shoot m shoot me this used to be how i felt but it really doesnt apply anymore because things are changing. i love the people im around lately. ridding the negative people from my life is the best decision i have made in a long while if you feel this way, do something. no one deserves to feel stuck

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC

katieswagbag

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school schoo scho sch sc s sh sho shoo shoot shoot m shoot me this used to be how i felt but it really doesnt apply anymore because things are changing. i love the people im around lately. ridding the negative people from my life is the best decision i have made in a long while if you feel this way, do something. no one deserves to feel stuck

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i once was free but i let you tie my hands, my feet and tighten, until the person i was evaporated with ropes, chains, prison bars you held me up until i forgot how to stand without you i once was free but i let you drown me, despondent at the bottom of the sea. i waited so long to breathe choking, gasping, panicking, until i didn't care to breathe anymore; until i didn't know how to. i once was free, but like fire ravaging underfoot, i let you consume me. you chewed away at my sanity with every bite counting, measuring, running just until the fat was gone until i, was gone. i once was free, but then you pushed me a little too far this time who knew i would end up here. "i just wanted to be skinny" i repeated "i just wanted to be skinny" until all i wanted was to be dead. and there i was, holding on by a string. the same string you tied around my waist, and then, around my neck and pulled tighter, tighter, i once was free.

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC

katieswagbag

oh dear mental illness

i once was free but i let you tie my hands, my feet and tighten, until the person i was evaporated with ropes, chains, prison bars you held me up until i forgot how to stand without you i once was free but i let you drown me, despondent at the bottom of the sea. i waited so long to breathe choking, gasping, panicking, until i didn't care to breathe anymore; until i didn't know how to. i once was free, but like fire ravaging underfoot, i let you consume me. you chewed away at my sanity with every bite counting, measuring, running just until the fat was gone until i, was gone. i once was free, but then you pushed me a little too far this time who knew i would end up here. "i just wanted to be skinny" i repeated "i just wanted to be skinny" until all i wanted was to be dead. and there i was, holding on by a string. the same string you tied around my waist, and then, around my neck and pulled tighter, tighter, i once was free.

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my heart pumps solitude. it courses through my veins and into the very tips of my trembling fingers. counting the breaths I take, the crickets that sing outside these walls is all the company I care for those I deem friends I have only but a small selection, a rare connection to those I share my soul with. but regardless of those few, no matter to those few, I find myself on nights like these warm, bustling nights like these, I sit, i ache, a tranquil, flushed complexion not one dusty section, in my story of loneliness. my spirit radiates the hope for change. to find peace with faulty companionship, in the unfolding of my potential future. i let myself sink solemnly, quietly, into the place in which I lie. let this fabric consume me let the earth digest my thoughts for tonight another timeless, endless night solitude

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC

katieswagbag

solitude

my heart pumps solitude. it courses through my veins and into the very tips of my trembling fingers. counting the breaths I take, the crickets that sing outside these walls is all the company I care for those I deem friends I have only but a small selection, a rare connection to those I share my soul with. but regardless of those few, no matter to those few, I find myself on nights like these warm, bustling nights like these, I sit, i ache, a tranquil, flushed complexion not one dusty section, in my story of loneliness. my spirit radiates the hope for change. to find peace with faulty companionship, in the unfolding of my potential future. i let myself sink solemnly, quietly, into the place in which I lie. let this fabric consume me let the earth digest my thoughts for tonight another timeless, endless night solitude

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