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  Jun 2018 empty seas
WickedHope
My feet
Are so far away
From my head.
I think that they are
The most fortunate
Piece of my body.
Rarely are they
Punctured
Or stabbed.
Clawed
Or sliced.
They even try
To hold me up
When I'm too dizzy,
Depleted to think.
To bad I hate them,
For they are still
A part of me.
empty seas Jun 2018
my legs are crumbling underneath me
but I’m still walking
my hands are shaking
but I‘m still typing
my lung are collapsing
but I’m still breathing

my anxiety might be able to hurt me
but it will not **** me
When I feel hurt, anxious, and like I’m worthless, I have to make myself do things, especially when the cause of my anxiety has to do with another person.
empty seas Jun 2018
the water in my body
has seeped into my lungs
each breath is harder than the last

i wonder
when i will drown

anxiety asthma - when my anxiety makes my (usually dormant) asthma worse
empty seas Jun 2018
things are piling
on my aching body
forms to fill out
deadlines upon deadlines
making sure I can do what makes me happy
thinking about the future
makes me want to cry
and a birthday party
sounds out of the question right now
it's not like anyone would want to come anyway
I want to scream at myself
for waiting too long
to do anything
I'm so stupid
just a rant
  Jun 2018 empty seas
levi eden r
there was no other way to say it.
i'm merely just another blade of grass.
i was once told that i'm a background character in my own life,
since then i haven't really spoken the same,
since then i haven't really breathed the same.
i know it's the truth
and i know i do it to myself,
for my hobbies include trying to disappear and trying to mold myself into someone else.
there are times where i question if i was ever happy at all.
this growing sadness surrounds me and leaves me with dark circles and unwanted, racing thoughts.
i'm nothing
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