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  Sep 2018 Sierra Blasko
Bella
Sometimes I get stuck in this state of Darkness
where my eyes can see
but it's like my head is just pitch black
and I almost wish I couldn't see anything,
like I wish I could just curl myself into a ball so tightly that I disappear from space for a while

sometimes I get stuck in this space
and I feel like my tears and my thoughts
are climbing up my esophagus and clogging my throat
blocking my airway
suffocating me from the inside

maybe I never told you I was depressed because who wants to relive that moment
that choking hazard moment of cotton ***** in my throat

maybe I never told you I was depressed because there are no words I can use to describe it that don't transform themselves into their meanings
that don't take over my mind
crawl through my head like little worms
eating away at my brain
my thoughts
my skin

have you ever thought of a traumatic experience and then felt those events happening again
felt the dark hole of life-threatening-trauma attack your mind
Shiver through your body
like it was a demon you let in through a memory-
through a word

maybe I didn't tell you I was depressed
because I wasn't strong enough
my depression fills me to the brim
fills my head and my chest
my arms and my fingers
I can feel it moving through my body
I can feel it expanding and engulfing everything inside of me
every last vein, nerve, *****, and tissue
how can you expect me to have the energy to fight
how can you expect me to have the energy to pick up the phone
to open my mouth
how can you expect me to have energy-to have the courage to utter the words of how I feel
I feel so worthless
in those moments I feel like there's this black whole inside me and it's consuming everything
it's taking everything but my skin
and it disgusts me

can you imagine the feeling,
having something so utterly repulsive on your skin you had to scrape it off immediately
It felt like you needed to be cleansed
like you needed a shower
take that feeling
now imagine it being under your skin
imagine, every muscle ***** vein nerve every cell in your body underneath your epidermis disgusts you
imagine all you wanted to do was to
GET
IT
OFF
and you can't
no matter how hard you try
you can't scrape it off
you can't claw It off

imagine you're scared of spiders
now imagine you're covered in spiders
and someone's holding down your arms
so you can't get them off
imagine them walking on your skin
in your mouth
crawling on your open eyes
in your ears
you're cringing at your own skin
You can feel them going down your throat
Their disgusting tickle in the pit of your stomach
in every crevice of your body
their tunneling under your skin
and you can't get them off
what are you supposed to do
but cry
My best friend's mom who doesn't believe in depression asked why I never told her I was depressed...
Sierra Blasko Sep 2018
Don’t give me your heart
What if I break it?
Don’t give me your love
What if I can’t return it?
Don’t give me your trust
What if I drop it?

What if it slips?
The fragile thing
You’ve placed in my hands
Slips through my
Fumbling
Shaking
Fingers
The clumsy ones
That are more used to shambling across a keyboard
In a complicated dance of the mind
Than brushing aside
Loose locks of hair
Your hair

Matters of the heart
Those are
Breakable

And
I don’t know what to say
To these things
These heart stopping
Breath dropping
Beautiful things
I blush and I hide and I steady my breathing because
What can I say
But
No
I’m not
Not special
I’m not
Amazing
Or anything
Of the kind
Kind
I try to be kind
Shouldn’t everybody?
And what if
What if
What if you saw
What lies in my mind
Not that I am a lie
I promised once
I will not lie
Not to you
Not about you
Not for you
But that there is more
More darkness
I am not a companion
Nursing wounds
Bringing cheer
Brightening the days
I am the doctor
Busy
So busy
Fixing the world
Holding shattered fragments
All the lives of ever and to be
In my hands
And I forget
How easy it is to forget
That I
Am not
Self sufficient
And
That the lemon
chocolate
black tea words
You give so freely
Might be
True
Of me
of me too
Sierra Blasko Sep 2018
Little fish in a big water
Little girl in a big world
And though I exist beneath the surface
I only hope my tail leaves ripples on the topside too
  Sep 2018 Sierra Blasko
Nyx
When I get sad
I liked to curl into a ball
That way I can pretend
That I dont exist at all

Within that ball
I hide my self
In hard to find places
Tight and secluded
I always find the right spaces

Hidden from the prying eyes
Of the people all around
Gossip spread by word of mouth
Makes my head spin round

I close my eyes tightly
Cover my ears with my hands
knees tucked away
becoming as small as I can

Using the logic of a child
Who's too afraid to come out
If I can't see them, they cant see me
Let's pretend its true, Forget the doubt

Underneath a cloud of sin
Beautifully dark and secluded
Within this sadness i dwell
My Problems concluded

I'm a little ball of safety
Built especially for me
Hush now be silent
Just leave me be
Sierra Blasko Sep 2018
Give me a screen
A blank document
A field of snow

I will not be afraid

I would trample my footprints
Leave my mark

I would not be afraid.
Not today.

Because today, I am as empty
As the text box
As the screen

And it would be a relief
To see a mark
Visible
And left by my hand
It would mean I have not lost my voice
Sierra Blasko Sep 2018
Don’t write me poetry

It’s never worked before
Vanity, all of it, vanity
And I don’t want any
More-words, just-words, nothing-but words

I don’t care for
The structure
The way
It is so easy to steal
Phrases
lines
Automatic sigh-bringers
Used a thousand times
By history’s pen and
Those more worthy to hold it
than you

All you did
Was take the bag
Of scrabble tiles
Rattling and clacking together
And shake
Once
Twice
Thrice
Forced
Farce
Until you were satisfied with what it gave

And you threw away the rest

That’s not art
That’s strategy

It’s too neat
Neat like summer
Neat like children’s books
(not the good ones)
Formula following
Empty and hollow-ringing

Give me something real
Instead
Give me the ramblings, twisting
wanderings of your mind
give me the dark places
the secrets
the mysteries that lurk in the depths
like sea dragons
like the ocean itself
there is so much more
so much wilder and deeper

so
grab my hand and pull me in with you
don’t flatter me while dipping our toes
because why
why would we choose the ship
the safe little dingy
bleached wood, branded logo on the side
when underneath
lies atlantis
and
the depths
(so
don’t write me poetry
don’t write poetry
for me.
write the poetry of you
instead
and trust me enough
to share it)
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