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May 2017 · 509
I am not me
Lexi Greenwood May 2017
I am not myself
I am not Lexi Greenwood
I stare into the mirror hoping my brain will connect the dots that reflect on my body
And realise that the person in the mirror is myself

But it's not
I'm trapped in a world where my emotions aren't my own
They drip and drop like the leaky tap that can't be fixed
I can't turn this **** thing on or off

I know the world is real but I can't help but disagree
Everyone acts like robots walking around accepting fate and doing what they do
The monotonous cycle that loops like the broken record of society

And I can't make it stop
I just want to to stop

I'm not myself
I am not lexi greenwood
I am no one
My experience with depersonalisation disorder (a dissociative disorder).  My personal views and struggles
May 2017 · 616
The nightmare called guilt
Lexi Greenwood May 2017
I awake with the dripping anxiety of death
It's puppetry crafting my fears with its laced strings
Making me do the dance of regret and guilt
The darkness consumes me as I writhe with the agonising realisation

I am not alone
I am going to die
I see my tombstone
I see my soul starting to fly

But why?


That night when the moonlights silver ribbons danced across the darkest ocean.
His face dripping with the crimson liquid that shows the sign of life
Sirens echoed as red and blue flashed into the night.
It was my fault.
It's always my fault


He died because of me
And now I can't see

I can't sleep
I can't breathe
Save me... please
Save me from this nightmare
When an innocent mistake takes a life, the narrator was struck with guilt and accidental blood on their hands.

One of my favourite poems for the descriptive writing is some of my best for the time
May 2017 · 287
A child's prayer
Lexi Greenwood May 2017
Be kind they said
Don't lie they said
Leave them behind they said
But don't comply; or have I misread?

They turned their skulls from the vultures that hurt their prey
As they spit their venomous words like "worthless" and "alone"
Yet they call these names "harmless child's play"
But it is "child's play" when that child is now a gravestone?

You see I was a victim of these words
Those razor sharp words that slice you apart piece by piece
But I had to cry out or sit staring at a wall
So that I could discover a tiny bit of release


As I battled those words day after day
I also battled my thoughts to keep sane
Yet the vultures never deceased
And the teachers attention decreased

But why?

Why didn't the care enough to aid?
They walked on by with no remorse
The did nothing and I was left frayed

Will it ever be the same?
The poem I write aged 10 while at a school where I was viciously bullied for years
May 2017 · 532
Silence of a victim
Lexi Greenwood May 2017
Cold world goes silent
Where is the love today?
The hands they roam as my skin crawls
Nights and days. Why are they just grey?

I'm lonely. Please help me. Please heal me
Save me from my bed.
I would give me life for this to stop
I look in the mirror at who I should be
As I wipe a tear from my bruised cheek

I'm trapped and can't get out
The prison called my mind
The "what ifs" and "what could have been"
Why Is the world so d*mn blind?
He pushed himself against me
No more. Please no more


These hands, I'm *****. Save me
Please save me
Save me
Save
This is a poem written about the victims of ****** assault and their views during and after.
May 2017 · 245
Night troubles
Lexi Greenwood May 2017
As I lay here looking into at the never ending abyss of white
Funny really, a colour so pure can push a person to tears...
My mind is screaming at me for every mistake I made today
And yet it's silent and I'm left with my fears


It's so loud, gosh-**** it
I can't breathe
Thoughts suffocate my soul
You said this to them and they don't like you, no one likes you. You don't deserve them. Your going to fail. Why try anymore.
GIVE UP
give up
Give...


And then... silence
The silence of a mind
Their torments falling upon deaf ears
It's not true
They lie


Darkness now is consuming your vision
Energy lost to the fight that is the daytime
You smile realising the sun is rising
And the 3am shadow is leaving
Those thoughts and feelings aren't true
Sleep now, content that for now you are ok
And await the day, new life


Sleep
My poem about my struggles with anxiety and insomnia, written at 3am when my mind just wouldn't shut off.

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