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Body shaking
Heart racing
Mind scattered
Feeling dizzy
Need help
Can't talk
Go away
Can't walk
Pass out
Why not cry a little too

Hello my name is anxiety
Barbed wire crime
Tongue tied mind
Dignity is diminished
The future executed
 Sep 2014 Alethea
betterdays
i read today
that
sometimes
during
autopsies
they find ink
pooled
in the lymph
glands
of people
with
multiple
tattoos
and
i got
to
wondering
if they
opened
up
my
brain
would
it
be full
of the
ink
that
runs
through
my
veins
the ink
that
drips
and
seeps
into
my very
soul
aided
by
the word
i
inscribe
and
etch
upon
my
bones
the ink
that flows
in a
long
continious
scrawl
eminating
from
my
poets
pen ..
 Sep 2014 Alethea
That Girl
10w
 Sep 2014 Alethea
That Girl
10w
Swearing like a sailor couldn't keep my ship from sinking
 Aug 2014 Alethea
NLB
Split in Two
 Aug 2014 Alethea
NLB
This is a hard battle,
I'm trying my best not to rattle,
Split in two,
Who do I listen to?

One says wilt,
And fills me full of guilt,
The other says bloom,
And escape this doom.

A constant game of tug of war,
I'm not even sure what I'm fighting for.

*n.l.b
 Aug 2014 Alethea
Hollow
Light
 Aug 2014 Alethea
Hollow
Whisper unto me
Words of wisdom come to be
*Use the sun to see
Things Within
(A poem on Depression)

Things within are hard to see
But we feel them deep inside
When others ask how we are
We smile and tell them lies

Things within our inner thoughts
That seem to never go away
Emotions that cannot be stopped
We hear them each and every day

Things within that no one knows
And we hope they never do
Many different parts of life
We hide from daily view

Things within we must let go
Like the demons from our past
We try to push them far away
And hope they don't come back

Things within they can be changed
If we share them with a few
Know many others have things within
It is not just only you

We all have things within


Carl Joseph Roberts
This poem written in response to the Dread Poet Roberts who is having a poetry contest to bring awareness to the issue of depression. Although the Dread Poet Roberts has my last name, He/She is no relation to me at all. The poem is meant to bring light to depression and how some feel it deep inside every day and must attempt to hide it. The every day struggle to overcome.  No matter what, never think you are alone.
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