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Heather Anderson Jan 2016
If you like my feet so much,
How would you like it up your ***?
Heather Anderson Jan 2016
I want to be me
but everyone has these expectations
where I cannot be free.
I am trapped in a being
One of utter selfishness and selflessness
one that doesn’t have meaning.
There is so much buried down so deep
I’m too afraid and too tired to dig it all out
that he final solution seems to be eternal sleep.
the death of the false self
inspired by DIVINE SUICIDE: Depressive Breakdown as a Call to Awakening by Jeff Foster
Heather Anderson Dec 2015
I am engulfed in an ocean.
Rocking in my watery cradle,
I drift in and out,
Watching the black speckled sky,
Floating in the night.
I want to reach out,
But I hesitate and decide not to.
Am I scared of the light?
I close my eyes.
I have a weird craving to sink,
To just be suspended with a certain comforting pressure holding me together.
Alone in my ocean there is peace.
Heather Anderson Dec 2015
You are the angel that was sent to help me vanquish my inner demons.
so where is he?
Heather Anderson Nov 2015
Isn't it ironic
How one could have the passion of a poet,
Yet feel so dead?
Heather Anderson Oct 2015
He made me scared to touch,
Scared to feel,
Scared to love,
Because it's never real.
******* think that relationships are all about the physical stuff and then ditch you when you say no.
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