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 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Lydia Johnson
There's a knock on the door
I said don't come in
Anxiety lives beneath my skin

It sits on the couch
which is my heart
tearing my whole world apart

It never cares to wipe its feet
trailing my chest
with bright red streaks

Get out of my house
this isn't fun
oh my God my arm is numb

Pick up your **** I want you out
I can't even scream
I can't even shout

Close the door
behind you tight
I hate this ******* fight or flight

What did you steal what did you rob
I'm so confused
I'm in such a fog

It's all coming back now
I see it clear
Just exactly what I fear

           ...You've left the door cracked...
I'm new to anxiety. Started about seven months ago. I'm sharing my thoughts and feelings so far. I'm 24
I am no doctor, no laywer, no architect
no teacher, no painter, no designer
no psychologist, no musician, no writer
I'm just a simple guy
trying to be famous
in an infamous world
where everytime everything is open for everyone
except me.

And I fear
I will be left back
while all others drive along their ways
they've found in their lives
and I wonder
if I couldn't be one of them
driving along a simple route
enjoying to view outside
glad that I am.
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Anshul
Teen post
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
Anshul
why do teens do this ****?
or i should say why are teens, teens?
the fact is that at this forsaken age there's
a whole bunch of chemical reactions in your brains(if any)
so hold on, its goin to be alright
just readjust those reactions
relax
sit back
let the moment pass
think about whats happening
  think rationally
and you're good,
adios
Your name
It haunts me.
I can't escape it.
Even the word
That describes
My feelings
About you
Starts with

                       YOUR NAME.
Silence says
a thousand words
to the people who cannot see,
but falls upon the ears of deaf
in my final hours' plea.
As I drown in my thoughts
I look up in hate
to you who does not give way
to the girl who would take a gun to her head
and count:

1...

2...

3... BANG.
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
EmilyDidero
Lonely
 Sep 2014 Aquinas
EmilyDidero
Down a cliff that's made of hills
Up and down, as my body experiences the various chills
Up as I let out the truth of how I feel
Back down because you deny the words I speak
Up once more because I believe I've let you in
Down because again you've proven me wrong

Lies left and right, as if I'm full of secrets
Secrets only the words on the paper can prove
Because I myself have lost hold of the truth
Lost hold of who I thought I knew
I've lost hold of my life and not a soul in the sky
Could lead me back to who I was

This emptiness inside these bones have left me with nothing to hold
It's left me with the loneliness, left behind my soul
I'm an open book with nothing to read for the poems are fading and the writings are weighing
down my confidence, as I compare it to others
Down this hill I go, and I don't know how to get myself back up
September 5, 2014
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