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Figure made of Shadows
Imposter among skilled
Thoughts, but poisoned arrows
Wrecked by unearned Guilt
Their cloak, Fear has woven
Their eyes were veiled by Doubt
Their self-esteem was stolen
They're nameless in a crowd
Not myself
Footsteps within
The mile

For what
Can a
Mule fight

Against itself
Eat and
Sleep well

Detox thyself
A destination
Unseen forward

All ends
Or perhaps
Me again

I give
Up contact
For all
Old poem, decided not to originally share.
Nicx 7d
I just want to play my music loud
Enough to blow my ******* brains out
There's so much happening all at once
The overstimulation makes me want to run
My system is overwhelmed by love and joy
But that's only one side of the coin
On the flip side, anxiety is everything
So much it feels like I am drowning
Datore Fargo Sep 19
I have no friends,
and my family,
they *******,
hate me.
I don’t know why,
I ****,
at least he thinks,
I’m lovely.
The world,
I feel like,
is against me,
it doesn’t even,
know me.
It keeps on,
spinning wildly,
I just,
get dizzy.
It really makes,
me sick,
I just want,
to quit.
I feel like,
I might *****,
as I stay inside,
this closet,
at least she thinks,
I’m lovely.
I don’t know,
who they are,
they really like,
my car.
Even though,
I *******,
wrecked it,
straight into,
their heart.
But hey,
at least they think,
I’m lovely.
My smile,
it’s kinda,
A child’s drawing,
my right eye,
rounder than,
the other.
I’m slightly wonky,
my legs aren’t,
but at least,
I know,
I’m lovely.
Brandon Sep 14
My anxiety eats at me. It slowly devours me from the inside out, and it hurts. It runs through my veins, makes my heart race, and teases me with mild subsides. Deep breaths stoke its fire and clear minds fade rapidly to constant thoughts. If it's not one thing, it's another, and another, and another. I just want freedom from the feeling of ants marching through my mind, picking at my last piece of sanity like meat off of discarded bones.
Tichozpytec Sep 13
It's dangerous to be alone in the dark
Colourless become even the nicest of parks
Pointy and sharp, arrows made of shadows
River of Nyx good mood simply erodes
Tears and anxiety replace daylight's grin
Waning's the light that comes from within
Mimmi Sep 10
No name  

Oh to be someone
With only a care for next task
No need for counting breathing
Then also who not to be
Than to be that someone
Who needs to think about tomorrow
A calculator for the steps
For you have to be
Someone who lives for yesterday
As aching is also an art
Ever After leaving nothing behind
but the broken glass slipper
no name
How to be carefree?
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