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Apr 2015 · 534
3 Questions
David Mannheimer Apr 2015
How do you expect to heal as you rip open your scars again? How can you dwell on the past when your future is today, here, in front of you? Am. I. Not. Good. Enough?
Just some questions.
Nov 2014 · 520
Untitled
David Mannheimer Nov 2014
Emotions like poison eating away at me
fight fire with fire
Drown them in whiskey
Baptized by the throat burning
trying to fight off hell rising
like a ship in bad seas, one shove away from capsizing
Suddenly I feel cold despite anger raging hot
I hate competing with someone for something i am not
Fight fire with fire
Fulfill my drinking desire
my emotions are a mudslide and I drown in the ire
Saved by the whiskey, the burning in my throat
im rotting away inside because of the thing I hate most

Fight Fire... With Fire
Sep 2014 · 676
Mind Game
David Mannheimer Sep 2014
A beleaguered mind behind placid eyes
This stoic facade is my disguise
There's a pain I cannot fully verbalize
Impossible to rationalize or make you realize
My emotions run deep, that much is true
They are the reason for my heart's grand coup
Its fighting my mind, making me blind
Makes me want to run scared of an attack from behind
It consumes my thoughts and fuels my fears
Its a battle I feel I'm losing and it brings me to tears
I feel the loss of control taking a hold over me
And its my darkest thoughts that say they'll set me free
Make me free? I want to believe
Because after it all who would really miss me?
Nobody knows of my pain, driving me insane
Spreading like cancer throughout my brain
I try to reach for help but the doors keep closing
Its a living night terror and this world is a show screen
There's no wake up or brake up from this terror existing
My thoughts told me how to end it - drop from a building
Kiss that pavement, make a statement, go out nice and quick
Because dealing with my problems makes me always feel sick
My head's always in the toilet
I'm a walking disappointment
I'm so afraid to face myself, I missed my psychiatrist appointments
From a much different time, which felt so long ago, yet really wasn't so.
Sep 2014 · 700
Saving Light
David Mannheimer Sep 2014
Black figments flitting in the corners of my mind.

Shadows fluttering and swelling on the winds of memory, pressing      and closing about me.

Darkness, blinding and choking the light I struggled to gain.

I see blinding light, shredding shadow and opening the world, saving me from myself.

Your eyes.

— The End —