maress - Hello Poetry

Gasping for air, choking on tears and watered down blood. The water overcomes me and flushes out my eyes, my chests heavy. Suffocating, everything becomes a blur. Memories and words come back, painting pictures of everything I've tried to run from. My mouth begins to taste like death and my ears plugged with sadness. I cannot hear a word they're saying now. Am I finally getting what I deserve? But just like that, it snaps back. I find myself reaching out, grasping into the bit of reality I have left. There I was, this little girl wheezing and grabbing the bathtubs ledge, trying to keep herself from slipping back under. 9 months ago, I was grasping for air, choking on tears and watered down blood, only trying to drown my demons.

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC

maress

Slipping under.

Gasping for air, choking on tears and watered down blood. The water overcomes me and flushes out my eyes, my chests heavy. Suffocating, everything becomes a blur. Memories and words come back, painting pictures of everything I've tried to run from. My mouth begins to taste like death and my ears plugged with sadness. I cannot hear a word they're saying now. Am I finally getting what I deserve? But just like that, it snaps back. I find myself reaching out, grasping into the bit of reality I have left. There I was, this little girl wheezing and grabbing the bathtubs ledge, trying to keep herself from slipping back under. 9 months ago, I was grasping for air, choking on tears and watered down blood, only trying to drown my demons.

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i think I'm addicted to the ache in my bones the sinking feeling in my chest the feeling of tears behind my eyes just bursting to be released. a dam breaking. the salty water finding its exit seeping through the cracks in the corner a sudden pleasure when the water gushes down my cheeks. Niagara falls. i think I'm addicted to depression.

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maress

Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC

unheard-of

addiction

i think I'm addicted to the ache in my bones the sinking feeling in my chest the feeling of tears behind my eyes just bursting to be released. a dam breaking. the salty water finding its exit seeping through the cracks in the corner a sudden pleasure when the water gushes down my cheeks. Niagara falls. i think I'm addicted to depression.

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11.18 a.m I didn't think it was possible To wake up missing someone That was until, I dreamt of kissing you Every touch. Every look. So now I wake up Missing you.

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maress

Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC

unheard-of

Morning after 8th February

11.18 a.m I didn't think it was possible To wake up missing someone That was until, I dreamt of kissing you Every touch. Every look. So now I wake up Missing you.

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I knew I loved you When I was afraid to die

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maress

Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC

MaryAllen

Realisation

I knew I loved you When I was afraid to die

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Overwhelmed by feelings, attacked by thoughts, this merry go round of hell keeps spinning..when is it my turn to get off?

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC

maress

Untitled

Overwhelmed by feelings, attacked by thoughts, this merry go round of hell keeps spinning..when is it my turn to get off?

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I stare at the wall- blank. The ceilings caving in but I don't have the energy to move. What has my life come to? I don't wish for all the answers to my problems, but a peace of mind would be great. As I sit here and ponder on the thought of killing myself, I end up with a soaked shirt. Have I been crying this whole time? I'm staring at the wall- blank. At this point my eyes are dry, my neck is dripping wet and my hands won't stop twitching. The blade lingers to play but there's no time for play when the ceilings caving in, now now go on. I'm staring at the wall- red. I've lost all feeling and my minds beginning to turn gray. The blade finds it's way to me and I can't help but let it leave a trail from wrist to wrist. I'm sorry I really didn't mean for all of this.

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Aug 7, 2014

Aug 7, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC

maress

Blank red.

I stare at the wall- blank. The ceilings caving in but I don't have the energy to move. What has my life come to? I don't wish for all the answers to my problems, but a peace of mind would be great. As I sit here and ponder on the thought of killing myself, I end up with a soaked shirt. Have I been crying this whole time? I'm staring at the wall- blank. At this point my eyes are dry, my neck is dripping wet and my hands won't stop twitching. The blade lingers to play but there's no time for play when the ceilings caving in, now now go on. I'm staring at the wall- red. I've lost all feeling and my minds beginning to turn gray. The blade finds it's way to me and I can't help but let it leave a trail from wrist to wrist. I'm sorry I really didn't mean for all of this.

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