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tabachikoi  Jun 2014
Hikikomori
tabachikoi Jun 2014
Cursed by my imagination,
teaming with echoes of situations
I do not feel well,
pressed beneath this spell

Polishing my social skills,
with one more drink, and two more pills
I do not feel good,
I thought by now I would

Bound by my own disposition,
the endless hunt to find fruition
I'm insatiable,
even if my cup is full

It's like one thousand paper cuts, soaked in vinegar
It's like a battles within myself, that leaves me insecure
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hikikomori
fish-sama  Dec 2024
hikikomori
fish-sama Dec 2024
i am an inside child,
handles are red-hot
doors terrify me with
screams only i hear if i dare
breathe the fresh air
of scary eyes i am afraid.
mom, why am i not
normal why am i stuck
inside why am i a
hikikomori who
hides why do i cry if i try to
go outside?
from personal experience.
Reece Apr 2013
The women in Pakistan are all dead
Men are hungry,
butter their bread with lead

Cartel gang ****, death in Venezuela
Girls bleed, crying
Shadowed figure screams "Impale her!"

America hates women
Women love America

Generalisations of a generally confused man

Man jumps from UK office block
Painted tarmac,
because she refused to simply **** his ****

******* figure hangs from a tree in Japan
Aokigahara hikikomori,
The human condition destroyed this man

Single father, taking his daughter to a park
Accused by a stranger,
Jumping to a conclusion, rather dark

Hooded man runs the world
Masked by power,
Money is bigger than Jesus
Knowledge destroys prejudice
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
Hikikomori - Oh dear! Is it like you are avoiding this world; or this world is trying to avoid you?! - Udra Balakrishnan @ Iktaara.
There's no cruel punishment than someone ignoring us...and worst when we do it to our self...
Cloud Giante  Oct 2020
Hikikomori
Cloud Giante Oct 2020
All day watch shows in my room
I
laugh and I cry in my room
But
I run I  hide from the truth
I
don’t know why I’m removed
Maybe
reality is doomed
Or
I’m afraid to make a move
I’m
A flower in cocoon
Just
Waiting for bloom
So
To you outside my room
Patience
I’m breaking through soon
I just write my thoughts most times
K G  Mar 2016
15
K G Mar 2016
15
Morning
Touch the darkest shade of me, missing dads embrace killing me how i cant see my face, believed since my hikikomori
Always had a date, i'm attacked by fakes doing my years on this island praying for a quiet night and...
He was my friend and you played with his heart like its tennis, he's atrophied and doesn't have time to put in, disturbing the tranquility
Subtlety, with those flying white kites scarce of their integrity, if you feel that way i hope you're satisfied
Out the soul, i gotta focus on family problems while mommy making solid amity offerings
Back switch, no fraternity, no honesty just a couch covered in green, i'm the burgundy
Head lopsided, stomach growling. scanty pride, slim chance of lies from me
There's no worst feelin' then waking up and not knowing why you feel so empty, not hungry but G.A.D got me walking with a time limit
Only happy with a clutter of my nig's, don't sass when i'm hectic, two boxs of cig's now its getting mephitic
I'm pathetic, i know they said it, even though they're not looking my way, against it in sturgis, i misinterpret like this
Morning
Burdens on my skin, belly of her lungs, moms been smoking again, losing the negativity but choosing my belief
Throw my virginity off the balcony? cause everyone is into me? you must still be sleeping, you must still be dreaming
You're nineteen, said you're impressed by my aplomb and i try really hard even when you're on my phone, i apologized for my anxiety, for my inability to process equanimity
You're nineteen, i don't really care that you're older, i must be a loner? all i need is your closure, illegal so we gotta think it over
Of course i hate my foes, history repeats and that's how it goes, hearts gold when my soul is sold, brothers?man have plenty of those
sinking, drowning in life. overly suicidal holding my fathers rifle
Riddled from my past, tell the preachers and satan'll ask
Touch the darkest shade of me, missing dads embrace killing me how i cant see my face, believed since my hikikomori
I'm fifteen
Dave Robertson  Oct 2021
Hermit
Dave Robertson Oct 2021
This hikikomori soul
seeking to curl up
in silent conversation with a duvet
and two fat pillows
as the petulant winds blow
arguments

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