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Nellie 55 May 2021
I maybe tired
I maybe exhausted
But I will not fail myself again
I can change but I will not stop working on myself
I am my own priority
Nellie 55 May 2021
There is so much power with my paper and pen.
Lately I can't express anything verbally again
But I can write upon a struggle
Once upon a success but failure to my stress
Hand over my crossed heart from the devil
A fallen spawn but feels like a darker level
I've fallen to walking with a crutch
Now I'm trusting a little too much
But I'm vigilant as ****
It just doesn't feel like enough
Ever just want to avoid just to get a break?
A pen to express these feelings on a piece of paper
I rant or a therapy session ready to read later
A document to fall back on
Aesson to learn upon
It is now a favor
Saved by my pen and paper
Nellie 55 May 2021
I can barely stand
But I know how to crawl
I can barely laugh
But I can give you a smile
I maybe broken
But I'm in repair
I will not be able to fake it now
But I'll be okay
A lost cause
But a redirection
Not a failure
Just a learning experience
One step away
But I keep the progress going
Nellie 55 May 2021
To sit and to think. Too enjoy that silence of peace. Where's that better place? I change my mind...... this is the best I can ever get. Once upon a broken heart I've realized it's easier to let go but not to forget. My favorite is sunset with some tunes. No one but me. I think this is a sign, I think for once I'll be alright. NO!
I am alright, I am in a safer place. The beautiful lies people feed me. The tough live I've got. For once in my life I'm fine. Not a person can change that.
Nellie 55 May 2021
I'm just sick of it
Not how I imagined it
I'm decent
I'm fine.
I'm good, I'm great, I'm fine.
Not drunk, not sleep deprived.
I'm slowly getting stable.
But I'm also just fine.
I'm fine once
I'm fine twice
Call it a double tonight.
I'm fine
Nellie 55 May 2021
Once a lost cause, but I forgot them all. Started walking forward and that's all that mattered to me. I do appreciate comfort but that'll lead to destruction. I don't listen when it means nothing. But watch that grammar check. How about I'll be the one to light my own cigarette. Always busy now, thoughts begin race now. But who really understood that. I'm watching my own back. I've been watching my actions cause that affect. Still not a regret. My poetry the same but put in different words. Maybe I'm the problem. I've got to take a break then begin to solve them. Either a past tense broken heart finally on a recovery. Still feeling empty. But it's bearable. I wished for no one else to be miserable. I've got attention that has a habit of leaving. I've got journals about me grieving. Accomplishments I'm receiving. No longer having these arms bleeding. I'm slowly succeeding. Just don't let me down because you've got that power.
Nellie 55 May 2021
I've tried to diet, my belly can't hide it. Low key despised it. I would like my motivation back. Bring happier me back. Drinking to avoid a comeback. All I can eat, but I can't hardly see my feet. Not even the slightest peek. Just another drink. I'll just fight another insecurity. That a new part of me. In fact, my doubts became a part of the family. Sharing a room with depression. Anxiety attacks for my counseling session. All I can think about is some medicine. Shots with a fresh bottle and my minds open. A handful dose. Pill me drinks with no jokes. I'll do a **** it diet, blood shot again with no way to hide it. Mentally laughing out loud. Trapped in my head with no safer way out. No such thing of a happier side of me. Is this a demand from Anxiety? I'm downing this dose until I feel empty. Just a pill another shot till I feel hollow, over dose and pray for a hangover tomorrow. Then grab me a blade to borrow. Then for once this belly will be truly empty. Don't try to baby me. I don't need sympathy. **** a diet, I've tried it, let's just wear baggy clothes to hide it. Doesn't help I'm a ghost to dating. Confidence fading, a bunch of ******* body shaming. Then I feel like I'm crushing my lungs to puke it up. All this empty puke had me feeling so rough. Every ounce counts I swear I'm tough. Tears forming, but a fresh bottle with pills pouring. Now losing this weight off my chest isn't so boring. A pill shot, had my gut rot, but my security was left without a thought. Just the bottled emotion  I bought. At this point I'll full send like this dose would go out of stock.  I've tried to diet, over weight and can't hide it. I guess it's a failed attempt but I'll still try it. Really despised it. I'm just lonely. That last meal controlled me. Sometimes I treat it like it's my only. Don't hold that against me. Anxiety attacks for a counseling session. Sharing my room with depression. My weight the center of attention. Doubts joined the family. That insecurity took control of me.That's my belly I can't hide it. No judgments as my diet. How about you try it!
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