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Ashleigh Marie Nov 2016
Your claws grip into my soul and take hold,
I want to rip out my heart even the good parts
Just have it
Take it all
It's yours
I would rather be empty than stuck within anxiety's claws
Ashleigh Marie Nov 2016
I can hear you singing
is it about me?
is that vain?
am i weak?

can this approaching anxiety leave?
can i just be me?
can i please be free?

these thoughts are destructive
they're decay on my positivity
my hard earned sanity
my clarity

clouding my emotions
feeding my every insecurity


**Please, Please, Please Anxiety
Please let me be!!
Ashleigh Marie Sep 2015
Here, just take a pill and this will all go away they say..
So you're telling me this one pill will fix me?
This one pill can take the pain away?
This one pill will stop the aching, the silent screaming, the emptiness, the worthlessness, the venerability, the ugliness,  the nervousness, the anger, the frustration.
This one pill will give my life meaning, fix the world, make me happy, allow me to breathe, give me confidence, make me feel appreciated, dry my tears, and console my mind..
All of this in one pill?
Yes, it should only take a couple of weeks to work
Ashleigh Marie Sep 2015
The only one that will ever make me feel close to love
The only one that ever paints a true smile on my face
you truly make me feel, see, taste, and hear love
with you, love emits from my surroundings
you are love
although you are made by loveless creatures
you are my love replacement
Ashleigh Marie Sep 2015
People don't care about me, don't care about the person i am,
they don't care to get to know me; they don't want to.
I feel used in everything i do..
Be it for money,
Someone to be angry at,
Someone to party with,
Someone to cry to,
Someone to ****,
Someone to take them places,
Someone to get drugs..
My whole world is full of selfishness.
Everyone needs me and no one wants me.

Am I boring?
Am i that annoying that you will only tolerate me if there is something to gain?

Is it because of my disconsolate mind?

Is it because of the heavy bag of pain i carry on my back?

Is the mask i wear broken?
Does the face underneath scare you?

Am I a disease?
Are you scared i will infect you with the plague of depression rotting my brain?


I surrender, I am broken, I am aching, I am screaming!
But can anyone even hear me?
Is there any point?

I am irreparable.

Who's going to take the time to fix a burnt out candle?
Maybe it's time to get a new one.
Ashleigh Marie Sep 2015
Success is the sweetest revenge

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