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24/F
Ache in my chest A shake in my hands Zoned out gaze I saw this coming I like to ignore The red flags
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
Red flags
I'm gullible I crave sincerity I'm fragile That's not a lie
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Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Love Me
The color yellow is Overwhelming The color yellow is Heavy and hard The color yellow is Panic and pain The color yellow is Nightmares and not Being able to breathe The color yellow is Images glued to the Inside of my brain The color yellow is Drastically changing The color yellow is Transforming into          Sunshine Instead of                          Rain
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
Yellow
A part of me died When my brother Was laying motionless In a yellow shirt It's an image That Won't Go Away
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Death
Relaxing causes astigmatism Sights of lights Vision blurs out And fades away
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
March 4th (four•th)
Eyes wide at 5 AM I can’t tame them My thoughts are miles away Might as well call it mind decay I drive in circles for hours My fear hovers over it me, it towers Just pick up the phone No one will know, you’re alone The cravings won’t stop My thoughts are the robbers And my common sense is the cop Not very well trained My brain is strained Jump out of bed Jolts through my feet like a knife I’m on the run again I have to choose
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Sunday morning
Bright appearance Blue eyes All those little lies Treating me like nothing Sometimes there Acting like you care Maybe you do I know you’re not here anymore And with that let me say I no longer mourn
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
Reminder
Mind racing Angry pacing Not breathing Inwardly seething Chit, chat, chatter I want to climb down the ladder This constant game My mind, I can’t tame Bipolar express Unbearable I’m a mess Constantly fearing My chemicals veering Down a different path How long this time? So high that I can’t come down So low that I... Bed. Can’t get out. H E A D Can’t                    get               out.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Bipolar 1
It’s my own dilemma, really. I gave you the power To             Break       My                                              Heart.
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
The Power
I see people through a one way mirror. Transparent to me, dark to them. I see myself through a piece of frosted glass.
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Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
Frosted Glass