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  Apr 2019 imperfectstranger
Ithaca
Today I’ll breathe
Tomorrow I’ll live
Today you’ll receive
Tomorrow you’ll give
Nightmares plague my sleep
And my reality
And all the **** time
I have sleep anxiety/ nightmare disorder, sometimes insomnia. So whenever I do get sleep, it’s never restful. I often wake in the middle of the night, scared and shivering, but I don’t remember why. I’m just scared. Then, throughout the day, disturbing images flash randomly through my head. I guess they’re from nightmares...
Are you jealous about someone who isn’t yours?






Yeah, me too...
Eyes are supposed to be
the windows to the soul...

I think they’re really
Just funhouse mirrors

Taking something
And twisting it
Into something that is not
Where am I, you ask?

Lost in the clutter of my mind

Thoughts all jumbled up
Like a spool of tangled thread
And just as thin
So close to breaking

Fingers get caught
And slowly turn purple
Once released, permanent damage remains

My conscience plays the fingers
My mind the thread

Pull to hard,
the thread snaps
Don’t pull enough,
and it’s forever knotted
I want to die

Peacefully, on my own terms
Without pain or hurt

On my own
So that no one

Has to bear a loss
Though they wouldn’t be missing much


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Trigger warning ⚠️
(again, just in case)
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I often ponder
How I want to die

Do I jump off that balcony,
Or cross that street?
Do I use this knife,
Or just not eat
I’m sorry if I offend anyone. I really needed a quick release.
I want to go home
But I don’t know where ‘home’ is
What defines your home?
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