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Dreams
Also known as
Childish hallucinations
We all had dreams
But slowly
They lose their glow
And are forgotten
In the sea of dead stars
How do you cry for help
When all you know
Is a silent plea?
Eye contact is not an option
I can’t hold a conversation
It’s basically impossible
Fitting in is not my forte
I can’t even explain
What it feels like
To NOT be able to talk
Even when you really want to
Even after hours of mental preparation
Nothing comes out
Not even a squeak
Social anxiety kinda *****
Sorry, my poetry has gotten extremely sloppy. And I’ve been facing MAJOR writers block. Any suggestions on how to get over this??
skin is the paper
the knife replaces the pen
remove lives mistakes
It’s just a
           Tick
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Wracking my brain
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Programmed­ to drive me crazy
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                          Ticking
Tak­ing over my thoughts
           Tick
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Making it hard to sleep
           Tick
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I need to escape
           Tick
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My very own brain
As I look in the mirror
All I see is me
But a lot more broken
We bonded over our broken souls
But she’s not broken anymore
With different roots
On a different tree
She doesn’t understand
The pressure on me
She thinks it’s fine
Like she can fix me
But it sure as hell
Ain’t that easy
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