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  Jul 2019 My name is Heaven
Maria Etre
Stop
faking
care
of
me
For full entry: https://indiedoodles.wordpress.com/2019/07/04/already-used-title-here/
I’m crying
Lemme call you
Why aren’t you picking up?

You’re crying
I answer first ring
I drop everything
I help you

I text you
Left on delivered
Why aren’t you listening to me

You text me
I’m already on the way

I’m crying
I texted him
He answered immediately
He called me
He listened to me cry
He made me laugh
He stayed on the line
I’m falling asleep

I finally have peace

You’re screaming
Your calling me
You’re yelling
I’m not answering

He’s still on the line. I finally have peace, I’m almost asleep

You’re still screaming
And I hear my call go
Beep. Beep. Beep

No more peace. Now I’m awake.
I can’t go to sleep.

And the messed up part is....

You didn’t event want anything.
plain written words
bloom within the readers mind
gate into their souls
words
read, thought and felt
a thousandfold
  Jul 2019 My name is Heaven
putiira
Missing you
It's like trying
to breathe under water
and tonight I'm sleeping
at the bottom of the ocean
1,2,3,4

Keep counting

It’s heavy, and the air is hot

1,2,3,4

Keep counting

I hear the screaming, and all the lies.

Come on girl, keep counting

1,2,3,4 snap snap

My hands are trembling I can’t quite see

But 1,2,3,4. Keep counting. You’ve gotta breathe.

1
2
3
4

That’s how many breaths you need
Count to 4. Count to 4.
Just. Keep. Counting.
This is how I handle my panic attacks. Counting to 4, and snapping on cue. Focuses the mind to some thing else. Sooner or later I’m not panicking. I’m counting, and I can breathe again.
Jumbled up in my mind
.
What can I write?
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