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Oct 2014 TB

anonymous999

i was diagnosed with clinical depression, and by clinical depression i mean that the weight of a ten-story building compresses my chest at all hours and my eyelids function like a broken door; i spend all day waiting until i can crawl back into bed and escape the world

the other day i got a D on a test and i cried because i'm not good enough not good enough not good enough

depression is when your lungs are not big enough and your head is not smart enough and you can't breathe can't breathe and can't sort things out

i do not belong here
i do not belong here

edited

#depression #clinical

Oct 2014 TB

Stay

Oct 2014 TB

rained-on parade

Stay

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

I would awake with
nothing
but the shape of you
on my bed and the
gloom of you on
my skin.

#love #short #abstract #thosebriefencounters

Sep 2014 TB

Ocean of breaths

Sep 2014 TB

Liliana Jaworska

Ocean of breaths

If the kiss lasted through all eternity
I would become the ocean of your breaths.

Sep 2014 TB

recounting a nervous breakdown

Sep 2014 TB

gwen

recounting a nervous breakdown

the buzzing in your limbs when you lie on them for too long

is the buzzing in my head

the static in my mind that makes

the world

s           p

n           i

in deadly motion;

as rivers run from my eyes

tear-soaked tissues clenched in my smothering grasp

lungs

c
      o
           l
               l
                   a
                        p
                            s
                               i
                                    n
                                         g
inwards

while the world spins around me

threatening to spin me into infinite inexistence by breaking me

into an infinite number of slivered

p
                      i
               e
c
                                  e
             s --

for i am too smothered by the world

and it is not the first time today

i couldn't breathe.

#depressed #breathe #breakdown

Sep 2014 TB

To the past

Sep 2014 TB

Gwen Johnson

To the past

Have you heard the broken words?
Of a happy girl
On a sad day
Have you read the letters
Almost Illegible
And tear stained
Addressed to the past
And even though she could have a bright future she only looks back
Have you heard the cries too familiar you can't sleep
Have you realized where you put your energy?

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