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spiraling, spiraling further into the depths of your own mind.
nothing like overreacting to every single thing that happens to you, right?
you know you love when you cant sleep at night because you're drowning in all the hypothetical situations you've created.
when you wake up you cant wait to find the first thing that you can worry yourself over. it's just divine isn't it?
but after enjoying your own pain for so long that it's started to effect other people, you realize....
it doesnt have to be like this.
so you start your... "routine"
you start thinking on the positive side more often.. you start living life and slowly worrying less about all the things that haunted you before. you notice people around you are in a better mood more often... but most importantly, you realize that **checking up and taking care of your mental health is important. it helps you be a better person all around, and you shouldnt be scared if you may ever need help.
it's been a while since i've written anything. this is a warm up / vent about things that have been going on for me. thank you for reading.
war
I'm in a war
between making myself happy
or taking care of everyone around me
i provide good emotions and feelings to those who are sorrowful, an ear to anybody that needs to voice their thoughts, and body to anyone who needs companionship.
although i often find myself melancholy, lonesome  and wondering if i will ever have someone that i could call upon in my times of despair to comfort me.
just another warm up
I guess you know by now I hate December
But wondering how I got to be so cold.
Why bother to say, you won't remember.
Some things are better left untold.
I came and stole your heart. You abused my body.
I took your self respect and that's all you had.
You destroyed everything that ever was me.
The more i love you darlin', the more it makes you mad.
Maybe you can't stand to see me happy.
More than that I  hate to see you sad.
But if we decide to leave each other
the outcome would be pretty but bad.
What's this strange relationship?
Isn't it a shame this is no Broadway play?
Then we could rewrite each others lines.
Even at that, what would we say?
It would be like the blind trying to lead the blind.
Maybe I just can't stand to see you happy,
More than that, you hate to see me sad.
Maybe if we had not kissed under the Chinese maple.
Maybe...but sometimes it snows in April.
i told him everything today
and that if he wanted to love me
he would have to help me
help myself
i've said this to people before
they all left after some time
they couldn't handle it
but he's different
he understood, he talked to me
about everything
and for the very first time in my life
i could tell he wasn't lying
he would be there
to love me and help me
help myself
and love him too.
 Sep 2016 Dale Regrasse
Crimsyy
I know you are lying there,
probably unconscious
of where you are,
I know you wanted to
find a backdoor to finally end
your journey to the stars,

But I want you to know,
you will one day be able to
breathe on your own,
one day, you will recognize
your beautiful body as
your beautiful home,

An overfilled vessel,
filled to the brim with
the complications of existing,
I know you are in pain,
but sweet Hope,
I know you'll smile again.
Looks as though I've lost my friend.
Seems she broke while trying to bend.
Thought we'd find a way to blend.
Together we would endure that dreadful sin.
But your shattered heart would not mend.

Don't tell me goodbye... again.

Broken Silence...we should have kept,
all the reasons that you wept.
Slipped right by me while I slept.
Didn't hear you as you left.
Now my broken heart shall not mend.

If you tell me goodbye... again.

Life is hard and often unfair.
Doesn't mean that no one cares.
Put the pills down get some fresh air.
Pretend I'm there brushing your hair.

Try to love life ...again.
Don't leave me here alone...my friend.
This I wrote for a friend who was having a hard time in their life, eventually they left...
Mind
Soul
Body
All colliding into one.
Mingling together,
Keeping the flame of lust burning as bright as the mid-noon sun.
Cool breath fanning over burning skin.
The love they feel never wearing thin.
Wrapped safely in her lovers arms feeling far, far away from any harm.
Look at me
My skin
Has dealt with a lot


                         I have lived through
                         Tumors and attacks
                         Cuts and bruises from me
                         Bruises from him


My poor skin
In the end
This damage is
All for naught
Because


                            *"Scars are only **** on guys..."
I don't know whether to hate myself or you more right now.
Everything is so confusing I could cry.

— The End —