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katyns
You think you've taken your last breath; you hope. but your blood flows more violently than ever and your heart gives no remorse for its endurance. miles away from your destination- home you call it you drop to the ground below you. the pills wont help you this time. you're face swells in distress. "I have no time to dwell" you panic. but you have all the time in the world everything has stopped moving and youre alone once again- a feeling you're familiar with but vague memories of this place make you weary, make you want to run. The only thing that's racing is your mind and it wont rest, it wont take a second to recuperate- it knows it cant. and all the pains shooting through your body come from no where no injury done, but fatal feelings stroke your skin and bury themselves in your heart. there is no other need to be here than to see others point their finger in direction of your failure. how much more can your collarbones sink in before you realize the disheveled nature of your skeleton? just let it go let it evaporate right out of your skull; and let it take the demons that haunt you let it erase all negative being. and reminisce of the times you were brain dead, when not a soul was cared for and feelings were for the weak. and let that take over you. hurt your mind more than it will hurt you.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Psychophobia
another pen runs out of ink, your cup is empty. and your eyes see a desert. it's 5:33am and you're wide awake but your body aches and your chest is heavy and yet again your find yourself bombed, and hurt. but no one hurt you. your mind continues to linger in the past haunting your every move. it's screaming *"you've ****** up"* and you know it speaks the truth. because why else would you feel the way you do? you turn on the radio, loud as it can go to drown out  the mutters of disappointment but nothing helps because you're internally scratching and clawing at yourself. "what can I do?" "make it stop" no, there is nothing. so you sit in your own dismay and you wait for a distant change that you may never see.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
no one can help you