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 May 2015 Cheyanne Lemons
moss
Nothing but your words
Float in my head

Nothing but your words
Heavy as lead

Nothing but your words
Hang by a thread

Nothing but your words
Fill me with dread
A poem about overthinking and social anxiety.
Just drown me
In something
Anything
Other than this sea of self loathing
Turn up the silence and block out the sun,
Alone in my room, a bottle and a gun.
It goes click twice, I'll see another day,
Tears start to fall, can't carry on this way.
It's dark
Yet I can see so clearly
I think I have been here for far too long,
Because now I can even breathe in this ominous air
But never mind that
Never mind any of this
Why is so dark?
Is it my soul being reflected into reality
It even has the little speck of light that sits alone in the darkest corner
An exact replica of what I can't even see anymore
It's so cold here
Even though I sit in front of the firery pitts of hell
Oh wait I am dreaming aren't I
My eyes are just closed
No, this is real
This pain is real
This emptiness I feel is real
But I'm not alone aren't I
That light that sits in the corner of the room
Is it that you are waiting for me
I'm coming
I thank thee
Though I apologizes for making you wait for far too long
Even in her late forty it could happen
the joy of her life, the blessing she have been waiting for
She woke up with hope,
the world seem much different
the soft lullabies sweetened her soul:

Dreft is as gentle as a summer breeze,
circle the misty air
even this late her beauty shines,
yesterday tears dry on their own
Keisha breastfeed her baby…
I dedicated this piece to my niece..
Is this life real
My mind can't accept that it is
After so many years of torment
After so many years of agony
Is this pain free life real
Every step I take these days feel like a dream
Every person I meet seem like a figment of my imagination
(takes a deep breath)
I just can't believe that I'm still alive
All those years I swore I'd do it
Repeating today is going to be the day I end this misery
Hiding the true pain I felt inside from the outside world
Just smiling and waving hoping one day someone would finally see through this lie
Then again I never really wanted to die
I just wanted my life to get better
So maybe just maybe this life is real
Maybe just maybe I am still alive
And my heart just needs to accept reality
This pain free life I live today
Well...maybe it is the real I always wanted to live
I was drinking from the skull
Of a long dead bird, I had eaten
It a while back, it tasted like
Chicken!!
But not much to the bone.
I wondered if I was like
Hannah,
Henry,
Hello
Brain remember it, any way
Mind did wonder past my
Teeth, tongue it slid like
That jelly mother did make.
I gagged a moment, but then
All settled not a zombie,
But not a bad tasting brain.
"Hannibal"
"Lecture"
"Lector"
Snuck down stairs, DVD on
I remember the noise and
"Clarice"
Remember pinkie raised
When drinking from a cup
Haha...
Its the little things that make me
Smile. How you doing there friend
He doesn't talk much now, smells
Funny too, but even the dead are
Company when you only have you.
Apocalyptic
Apocalypse
Stopped
Everything, screaming, crying, chill
Its not that bad no tax, no big
Brother looking down on you.
"Ok running for your life"
"Keeps you healthy"
Plus
"Eating leftovers mouldy in a bin"
"What doesn't **** you makes you stronger"
"Negative"
As I regurgitate it back to the bin,
It has its pros and cons
But I miss the chatter
The one on one,
"How was your day"
"You look tasty"
"Why you looking at me that way"
Knife to the side of the head.
"BOOOM"
"O'no you didn't"
Skinny little freak trying biting moves,
This isn't PAC MANtm fool.
You meet interesting people on the road,
All I want to do is have some    
"Apocalyptic Chatter"
"Howdy Mam"
That's a big knife I say!!
As I pull out old faithful,
She screams I cant take that
And runs off screaming the other way
Run ***** Run,
The Apocalypse isn't boring
But I do miss the day to day chatter waking each day.
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