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Shelby Mccrary May 2017
I itch from head to toe it's from all the stress that consumes me

It is like I have poison ivy in my soul trying to destroy me

It's eats me up inside and like a fungus it's trying to turn me rotten. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary May 2017
Am I a monster and I just don't realize it.

Are all my problems in my head?

I try to stop the way I feel but I just can't help it.

And when I try to talk about it.

It never comes out right and I just end up making the matters worse.

I am a Walking Disaster?

Should I be medicated and locked away forever so I can no longer hurt the ones I love maybe they are better off without me.

I am like an earthquake All I do is cause disaster. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary May 2017
There's fire in my veins and all I see is red.

The monster inside of me is unlocking its cage it's going to come out and it's got blood on the mind

it's smells you from miles away as it seeks its revenge

It is the predator and you are the prey prepare for a mind meltdown because it's going to ***** you up and spit you out. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary May 2017
My breathing increases extremely and my chest starts to feel like an elephant sitting on it.

My skin feels like it's inside out and also on too tight.

Every noise is a thousand times louder and a thousand times more irritating

I cannot speak because my mouth cannot form the words I'm getting tongue-tied and angry at myself

I try to stay calm but I cannot do so I am having a panic attack. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary May 2017
Some drink to dull the pain and to forget the memories that haunt them.

The memories of their monsters that turn them into monsters when they drink the poison that we call alcohol.

It goes by many names whiskey, ***** or tequila

It is the disease eating away at them.

Making them lose the good within them.  Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary May 2017
Time Slips through our fingers like sand and vanishes before our eye's like smoke.

One day we're born and before you know it you die

The sands of time are truly a slippery ***** before you know it your at the finish line. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Shelby Mccrary May 2017
The world is one big jungle some of us are prey and others are predators.

We live just to survive because it is in our nature to go on.

We're always fighting to get to the top.

To be the top dog in this fight and trying to fight the agony of this world

Remember keep your guard up there's always a snake in the grass trying to bite when you have fallen on your knees and are struggling to get back up. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
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