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272 · Nov 2018
Depression is a Warm Cocoon
Lost Girl Nov 2018
The depression keeps me wrapped in a warm cocoon.
I am used to the waves of sadness and emptiness that comes with this storm. I want to escape, but I fall back on old habits that have worked in the past. I know these are unhealthy, but I am working toward being a better version of myself

The anxiety chokes the life out of me, but it is all that I know.
My mind is always racing and quiet makes me uncomfortable.
It is the default button that turns on when I wake up in the morning.
I see the hole in the middle of the street.
I fall in because it is what I am used to.

I am responsible for my actions and have come to term with my decisions made in the past. I hope that through this recovery, I can notice the hole and walk around it. After moments of hard work and perseverance, I know that I can walk down another street.

I am bright. I am brilliant. I am beautiful. You are too.
271 · Nov 2018
Breathe
Lost Girl Nov 2018
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
The panic is rising
The air is escaping
My heart is pounding
I can no longer disguise it
You must get away from me
271 · Nov 2018
The Interview
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Do you know how it feels to be scared of yourself?
- I do.
Do you cry yourself to sleep?
- I do.
When people ask you what you want to be when you're older, what do you say?
- I want to love myself.
How can someone so smart and funny be so depressed?
-I don't know. I may be the broken crayon.
271 · Nov 2018
Broken Crayon
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Little hands grab the box.
Rays of sunshine glisten in her eyes.
Bright smile and innocent laugh.
Her thoughts are pure and precious.
All of that is shattered when she sees the broken crayon.
Tears fall down her cheek.
The start of a darkening chapter.

I was the little girl.
Now, I am the crayon
.
Unwanted.
Untouched.
Never loved.
266 · Feb 2020
Panic- Song
Lost Girl Feb 2020
I lie in bed
Wide awake

What to do
I’m so confused

My heart is racing
Palms are sweating

I’ve lost control of this

Legs are shaking
Mind is spinning

Why aren’t I over this?

I try to breath
To lower my anxiety

But all I think is that I’m dying... dying

Am I really dying tonight?
I wrote this after experiencing some bad panic attacks last week. Playing this on the piano truly calms me down and keeps me from going to a dark place.
260 · Nov 2018
Mania
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Euphoria, euphoria, euphoria
This energy is glowing inside of me
My mind won’t stop spinning
Is this insanity?
258 · Jan 2019
The Mighty Will Rise
Lost Girl Jan 2019
You are the sun that shines bright.
You are the stars that glow in the night.
Show the world you’re indomitable.
Don’t go down without a fight.
The mighty will rise.
Beat the darkness and shine your light.
251 · Nov 2018
One Day at a Time
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Starts off fine.
Nothing bad in sight.
One spark is all it takes.
Downward spiral into the abyss.
I am quickly deteriorating.
There is no fight left to give.

My mind tricks me into believing that I can be okay.
But I cannot do this anymore.
I am told to take life one day at a time.
But how can that be if each day is harder than the last?
248 · Dec 2018
Blue Sky
Lost Girl Dec 2018
This blue sky is a reflection of the color of your eyes. I miss your touch and your everlasting love that’s floats like the clouds as the sun rises at dawn.
Love with every breath you take.
239 · Nov 2018
Look Ahead
Lost Girl Nov 2018
Live life without regrets of what others think.
Don't focus on what you think you should do.
Live knowing you're doing what you enjoy.
Love yourself without judgment.
And look ahead at what the future may hold.
I know that this is all easier said than done, but we will endure life together. There is a fighter in you.

— The End —