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Feb 2013
Completely overwhelmed with nonsense bullsharks
To a point where panic eats at my conscious
Putting myself in such a position where nothing can be done
Drowning in my own emotions and choking down gulps of air
Dizzy thoughts swirl around in my mind
The pattern repeats a thousand times and again
Adding something here and there
Outta whack and discombobulated
Sweat mixes with tears of anxiety
Under goes my head with a plop
Struggling my hardest to reach the surface
But the tug of stress pulls me down
Drifting lower and lower
Surrounding me in guilt
With the swirling repetitive pattern of thoughts still swarming my head
They twist and turn
Forming disfigured maps and mazes
And the impossible cycle has a snowball affect
It grows and grows with great speeds
Creating nothing but problems that bowl me over
Lay me out flat to stare up at the heavens
Giving me the chance to think about prayer
Struggling to get a grip on anything
Instead of getting things on the list done
One by one things are added
And I just think about them
Frustration is towering over me
Looking down and spitting with laughter
You puny being, *******
I swing into this mood of hatred
I hate myself I say out loud
For putting myself down because all I do is think
For putting myself here in the first place
I tell myself to get my *** up and do something
Take a hit
Start a fight
But the cycle just starts all up again
Creating a coward out of me
And the idea pops up that I'll never be able to survive on my own
I'll never be able to do everything by myself
I can't grab life by the horns
I'll just get my *** kicked
L Smida
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   Rachael Stainthorpe
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