I feel trapped.
My hands shake as I wash them over and over
The freezing water drips from my fingers
I have to be clean
I flinch away.
My friend backs off, her eyes wide
I don't like the contact, it scares me
I must not get touched by germs
I'm tired and awake.
The stars outside my window are bright
I can't sleep because of them
I need darkness
I'm terrified.
I've been told I hoard things
Apparently, I need to get rid of my things
I can't lose anything
I want everything to end.
But I can't do anything
I want to end myself but I can't
I don't know what to do
Obsessive. Compulsive. Disorder.
I need help.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
I feel trapped.
My hands shake as I wash them over and over
The freezing water drips from my fingers
I have to be clean
I flinch away.
My friend backs off, her eyes wide
I don't like the contact, it scares me
I must not get touched by germs
I'm tired and awake.
The stars outside my window are bright
I can't sleep because of them
I need darkness
I'm terrified.
I've been told I hoard things
Apparently, I need to get rid of my things
I can't lose anything
I want everything to end.
But I can't do anything
I want to end myself but I can't
I don't know what to do
Obsessive. Compulsive. Disorder.
I need help.
I had to do a drama performance at school about OCD and I had to research about it. I guess I wrote a poem as well shrugs
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