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The hardest part of getting out of bed in the morning?
Knowing that I’m going to have to look at myself in the mirror.
My brain tries sending me a warning,
“Don’t let yourself endure this terror.

I can’t go a day without a morning run,
Because how can people see me if I don’t look my best?
I try to pretend that it is somewhat fun,
But I know, deep in my heart, I would prefer rest.

However, there are people who keep me grounded,
And remind be that there is more to life,
Than to be pounded,
By my own insecurities and strife,
So I’ll try my best to love myself,
And, when I wake up in the morning, try to leave my sorrows on the shelf.
She wanted him.

Not the him who calls after midnight
from a diner off the freeway
Because he doesn't work for another 12 hours and if she wants to have dinner with him this week
she'll come

But the him who drinks coffee with her in the morning before work
after their alarm told them
they'd slept tangled in each other,
again.
Sweet melodious dreams fill my head,
Dreams of sugarplums and fairies,
Everything is calm and wonderful.
I am in bliss,
Just as I should be.

“HEY YOU,
What do you think you’re doing?
How can you be relaxing in a time like this?
Look at the mess around you,
The mess YOU created!
You don’t deserve to be in bliss.

There are papers due tomorrow,
Arguments to be had.
And hey didn’t you eat a lot tonight?
Maybe a run is in order,
Not a side of fries.
And my god, everything you say is embarrassing,
Shouldn’t you be trying to fix that?
CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

Nothing.
That’s when nothing hits.
The sugarplums go away,
And so does the person in my head,
But that doesn’t necessarily mean that things are good.

Emptiness.
The scariest feeling in the world,
Because it reminds you that you are nothing,
Meaningless,
Worthless.
You can’t breathe,
You can’t speak,
You can’t feel,
You can’t see,
Because there is just,
Nothing.

Panic.
That’s when fight or flight kicks in,
And more often than not I choose flight,
Because my mental strength is lacking,
And I am unable to deal with the pit in my stomach,
And the meaninglessness in my heart.

Sobs fill the darkened room,
Except no one can hear me,
I am alone,
And the walls are closing in,
I feel as though I’m dying,
But since no one around chooses to hear my pain during the day,
Am I really making a sound?
Or are you in a constant state of just,
Panic.

Eventually, I become exhausted from my own emotions,
Crying myself asleep I finally can get peace,
And I wake up in the morning to sunshine and roses,
But I still can’t see them.
I may be awake but my heart really isn’t.
I can walk around and laugh with friends,
But really I’m just waiting my impending doom,
When night starts again.
Thinking about you is a process

Like fixing a broken heart
Writing about you is
Like trying to remove you in my head
Loving you is
Like a rainbow after rain ☔

Missing you is like

A thunder storm and hails on my feelings and emotions
Forgiving you is like
Risking being hurt a thousand times

Saying hello to you is like
An instant goodbye with no introduction
A relationship with you is like
A heartbreaking break-up
Running after you is like

Chasing the wind

But knowing you wasn't a mistake nor a coincidence but meant to be

Without you I'm just a body with no heart nor soul
WHO are we really?
The person that we display
To others can’t be “real”—
We keep so much at bay.
 
Parent, sibling, relative,
Friend, acquaintance, foe—
Each relationship differs.
Do we ever completely let go?
 
Are you too guarded and cautious
To say what you believe?
Or do you speak your thoughts
And wear your heart on your sleeve?
 
Are you focused on you—
Whoever this “you” may be?
Are you truly aware of
The forest beyond the tree?
 
The incredible journey inward
Is a path that few people travel,
For once beyond the façade,
Self-concepts start to unravel.
 
Face the core of being—
Naked and alone—
And comprehend ideas
Previously unknown,
 
And come to the realization—
From whatever might befall—
That we are NOT alone,
But really one with all?
 
Our complex personalities
Are as varied as the books on our shelves.
How well do we know other people?
How well do we know ourselves?

- by Bob B
It's hard to get along
In life when Depression's
Hold on me is so strong.
Holding me under and
Causing me to drown
In my own thoughts of
Worthlessness, shame,
Pain, harm, death, sadness.
They're overwhelming.
I can't sleep, can't breathe;
It's begun to affect
My relationships;
It's hurt me more times
Than I can count.
It causes other conditions
Like anxiety and OCD;
Which in turn causes
My Dermotillomania
And over-analyzing
Ways of thinking.
I'm so tired of it.
I just want to sleep forever;
Lay in his arms
And just fly away into
A beautiful dream for
All of eternity.
Please, I'm so tired.
Please, I beg you,
Let me have peace and rest.
*I'm...
So....
Tired....
October 14th, 2016
 Oct 2016 Pernille Augustson
Jem
while others dream
she lies
curled in her shell
a snail of underwear and eyelashes
with each blink
the blue glow shimmers on her eyes
reflecting a calm sea
that used to know fire

but where is the tempest?
where did the
grasping groping clutching
fingers lose their way through her hair
they were supposed to arrive by now
while the figures wait
shrouded and distant
at the bus stop

is it possible to light a match that has already burnt out?
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