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I woke up today, My thoughts scrambling Through my head, The noise is uncomfortable, So much that I can’t go back to sleep. I stand up to go to work, I untie my hands and do my usual, I get dressed and out of the corner of my eye Shadows dance and drink, making a mess of my room. I try not to pay attention, as they drop me down the stairs, right to my front door. I reach for the doorknob, I grab and tap it. Waiting for it to open, But shivers run down my spine. As my lungs fill with red and oranges as I inhale And an emptiness only the woods understand As I exhale, My hands continue to tap the doorknob From Right to left A symphony to my hears, Dopamine On the tip of my fingers Suddenly but not so sudden the door opens, And I feel, I feel like a knight without his armor, Like a doctor without his stethoscope, Like a prisoner without his cell Like a kid without his favorite toy. Maybe I feel too much, Maybe feeling is not the problem here, Maybe I’m wondering about the wrong thing And I need to remind myself to breath Because the emptiness its unbearable. Something is missing, I should go back inside.
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May 14, 2023
May 14, 2023 at 10:55 AM UTC
In between sheets and a last resort
I woke up today, My thoughts scrambling Through my head, The noise is uncomfortable, So much that I can’t go back to sleep. I stand up to go to work, I untie my hands and do my usual, I get dressed and out of the corner of my eye Shadows dance and drink, making a mess of my room. I try not to pay attention, as they drop me down the stairs, right to my front door. I reach for the doorknob, I grab and tap it. Waiting for it to open, But shivers run down my spine. As my lungs fill with red and oranges as I inhale And an emptiness only the woods understand As I exhale, My hands continue to tap the doorknob From Right to left A symphony to my hears, Dopamine On the tip of my fingers Suddenly but not so sudden the door opens, And I feel, I feel like a knight without his armor, Like a doctor without his stethoscope, Like a prisoner without his cell Like a kid without his favorite toy. Maybe I feel too much, Maybe feeling is not the problem here, Maybe I’m wondering about the wrong thing And I need to remind myself to breath Because the emptiness its unbearable. Something is missing, I should go back inside.
#depression#anxiety#thoughts#day#morning
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DaniJustDani
25/M/Houston
May 14, 2023
May 14, 2023 at 10:55 AM UTC
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