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 Oct 2014 M
Rj
I Fell
 Oct 2014 M
Rj
I was running at full speed
Feeling as confident as ever
Then I tripped on myself
And fell flat to the ground
I layed there for weeks
And now I've finally gotten up
And started to walk again
 Oct 2014 M
M
more grace
 Oct 2014 M
M
would anyone like to kiss me?
i feel there is something i have not paid back
and this ring does not fit me the way yours did
everyone i have kissed has told me they don't know how
and i guess, even after a few times, neither do i,
but my room is cold at night, and my back hurts, and the sun has set
and even that thunderstorm has passed, so now i sit
to delay the inevitable roll of my sleep, and i delve into my own mental fog
but your picture next to me makes it clear again-
when i think of you, i don't feel so alone.
i am always so angsty
 Oct 2014 M
Erenn
Bipolar
 Oct 2014 M
Erenn
The mind has its boundaries
Taking every life to its pasture
You often deny your existence is valid
Drained to flout all the people-
That tried to alleviate your worst outcome
You can’t foresee what’s imminent
Yet your past hinders you to move forward

Motions of the night sky
Appeases you within
The stars glinting like they know you exist
Taking every setback that you had
Full of misery & regret
You fathom what if you didn't live
It doesn't make any difference
To be conceived into eminence or filth

The fear of disappointment escalates
Disappointing your loved ones resents you
You concealed every skin of-
Impetus that espoused
Knowing you could be
Abundantly stronger than this
Yet fluctuation compels you
To cower in distress  

'Why can't I be normal?'
You questioned this in your head everyday
Fragments that made you elated dissipates-
Every time you tried to defeat yourself
Falling again & again

You’re afraid of losing your conscience-
Into the abyss that kept drawing you in
You conjure up notions of ingenuity
Just to rupture it repetitively

*Is this who you really are?
Is this what you really wanted?
To infinitely hate yourself?
You are better than this
I know it's not easy.
But, go out! It's not easy overcoming the enemy.
When the enemy is you. I get it. But this life, the life you're breathing has so much more to give. You have so much love to give. Let the hate out.
Be free. Don't let it end you,
knowing you're better than this.
(I repost this cause I think it deserves the recognition to spread the message that i wanna bring out)
 Oct 2014 M
M
Untitled
 Oct 2014 M
M
am I trying to avoid feeling
or am I trying to drown myself in it?
 Oct 2014 M
M
I feel most alive
when I haven't slept much
because it is then (or now)
that I am least in control
and it feels as though the hard calluses have been worn off
and the softness of my hands has lost its skin
and now the world is gritty-
now it is wild, now it is free, and the morning air is fresh
dawn dew brushing over my hoarse throat
my sore feet gently held by the grass blades
that do not cut- my soul and body is raw and stinging
my memory is impaired and my mind transfers slowly,
the filters have been removed and the neurons fire in all directions
if you ask me a question I shall respond with a nod, a hug, or nothing
for I do not know what I should do to elicit a reaction
I only exist objectively and cannot change to fit the subjective
this is me, take me as you will-
I shall never be more free and alive than I am now,
for I have forgotten how to keep control.
 Oct 2014 M
A
Boulders and balloons
 Oct 2014 M
A
Depression is like having a boulder tied to your ankle
and jumping in an ocean,
Slowly sinking to the bottom until you finally
Decide to give up and let yourself drown.

Anti depressants are like three helium balloons
tied to my wrist,
expected to stop me from being consumed
By the raging water in the sea.
 Oct 2014 M
M
Untitled
 Oct 2014 M
M
if I must die, I don't wanna die before I see you again
 Oct 2014 M
M
Repeats
 Oct 2014 M
M
He asked me why I didn't 'dig' him
and I said, 'you're not my type'
but what I meant is,
I don't even like boys
and he said, 'who's better than me'
and I said 'a lot of people'
but what I meant is,
'have you seen Emma Watson?'
and adolfo wants me to be exactly who I am,
with a gut reaction,
every time
but for someone who has spent their whole life
hiding and lying and creating machinations
for someone whose every motion is watched and
analyzed so as not to give anything away
for someone who developed social skills because
she needed to conceal who she was
that is hard, it is hard, it is nearly impossible
because no matter how many times you tell me to 'say whatever I feel'
I cannot. I cannot. I cannot.
there are some things that must remain hidden.
 Oct 2014 M
Rj
2 AM
 Oct 2014 M
Rj
I'm slipping away from myself
I don't have emotions anymore
That is, except for at two AM
 Oct 2014 M
M
type 2 ADHD
 Oct 2014 M
M
the first time I saw her,
everything in my head exploded
I have never been more or less
than I was then
and I shall never experience more
than I am now
and all my little tics and rituals become absolutely necessary
for without them I shall not be able to keep her.
in response to ocd
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