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Chelsea Rae Dec 2020
Do you still look for me

In all the people

You constantly escape in

To forget you're running from

How much you hate yourself?
Chelsea Rae Dec 2020
I have this desire lately
To become one with the
Spaces in between the stars.

The darkness,
The black matter
Where there is nothing
But also everything.

To be One,
Whole,
Infinity.
Chelsea Rae Dec 2020
Depression for me happens slowly,
And for some reason,
Has never quite felt like drowning.

More like a rut that turns into a hole that I've slowly dug myself into.

And then I hit rock bottom and look up to see where I am..
And in those moments, I become utterly shocked at what I've done. Then it gets worse when I tell myself "there's no way out."

"Oh how tall the grave."

It feels like an overwhelmingly empty pit that I'm stuck in.

So far down, so far away..

But I can see the sky, turning from night to day, night to day.

"I'm wasting time." I say.

I also see the light though,
The light at the end of my upwards tunnel and somehow I always get out because it leads the way.

Yet I dig another.
And another..

It is exhausting.
To be so unwillingly, accidentally, repetitive.

I wonder if there will ever be a day when I'm further than 10ft under but will get so tired that I can't fight it anymore and maybe someone will look in to see a skeleton, and bury me
Once and for all.
Blah.
Chelsea Rae Dec 2020
Have you ever felt like you were being shoved through a tiny hole,
But like, for your soul?

I feel like right now
I'm getting squeezed into
juice,

Squished and turned and wrung out.

Turned to a pulp.

I guess becoming a more purified form
Of what I once was?

Now I wonder sometimes
If it'd be miserable
To be an orange.
High Pulp Soul Juice XD
Chelsea Rae Nov 2020
I've been playing tug-o-war
For so long.
Going back and forth.
Between pros and cons.
Between loves and fears.

And it's finally exhausted me.
It's brought me down to my hands and knees.
Burnt palms and aching feet.

I drop the rope of trying.
I drop the rope of pleasing.

I stop the yelling,
I stop the pleading.

I can see no amount of words
No actions or revenge,
No love and patience,
Could ever bring me anywhere
Except back to The End.

I don't think I have it in me
To let go of all I resent.

It poisoned me long ago
And I waited to find content.

I worked for it day and night
And saw nothing in return.
No change permanent enough to ever make it work.
Now I'm drained completely
But I didn't go out without a fight.

I hope doing everything exactly
The way you wanted
Without even trying to change
Was worth it all.

Worth it all.
Chelsea Rae Nov 2020
It fell slowly,
By each finger letting go,
One by one.

I had such tightly clasped hands
Holding up my mask
But I realized
It gets you nowhere
Fast.

We'll see how much longer we teeter
On the fake pretences I was upholding.

Will you finally pick up your weight and bring back balance?
Or will we fall together and collapse?

I can't smile at you anymore.
I can't kiss you without my heart cringing.
I can't hug you without flinching.
I don't want you to touch me
Unless you've learned how meet me in all the places you left me behind.
You've been just as selfish as I have
Except the difference is,
You've always known what you were doing.

You lie behind my back,
You cry behind my back,
You become empty
Instead of reach for me
And now I am empty too.

No more accommodation.
No more self sacrifice.
And if that's not enough for you
Well this whole thing never sufficed.

I am completely disatisfied
And yet I've cried behind the smiling mask
Mostly for the fact
That our hands are tied.

I never wanted to raise our little stars seperately,
But they might be better off
Spread out across distances,
Like stars in the night sky.

If you ever cared about me
More than you cared about yourself
If you ever cared more about them,
Then we'd have burned forever
Instead of becoming candle melt.

I won't play a part any longer,
No more masks.
With all that being said,
Let's see how long we last.
So done pretending.
  Oct 2020 Chelsea Rae
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
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