Michael 6d

Fighting a demon
That sits on my shoulder
Searching for an escape
As my body grows older

The impossible fight
The struggle for breath
My thoughts turn to darkness
As I stare straight at death

No happiness here
No lightness be found
I take one last look
As I fall to the ground

Trying to escape from this hell
I don’t fit in society
I guess that’s why they call it
Anxiety

Mitch Prax Oct 7

I feel a weight of the world
Upon my shoulders
My stomach churns
And there is no escape
I tell myself there is a light
At the end of this tunnel
There has to be
The nights aren’t getting
Anything shorter
The thoughts aren’t
Going away
But there’s no turning back now
On this long road out of hell

Mitch Prax Oct 5

There's a black cat
that follows me home
every night I feel her gaze
cut to the bone.
I walk in her shadow
I cannot escape
sometimes it's more
than I can take.
There's no use running,
she's always one step ahead
though some will say
it's all just in my head
Black cat, turn away
I'm growing tired
of this struggle
every day

Samantha Sep 13

My god I'm shaking
And I realize I love you

My heart is racing
And I realize I love you

Your fingers evade me
And I realize I love you

Distance is killing me
And I realize

Idk man I'm feeling dramatic tonight

tik tok tik,
times too long
works too many
love too less.

tik tok tik,
its already two thirty
a few more hours
you'll soon be free.

tik tok tik,
Did the clock stopped ticking?
Times taking so long,
I'm stressed, bored.

Tik toc tik toc tik!!!
common hurry!
I miss my bed.

Tik toc tik,
time check its two thirty eight.
Tik toc tik,
times too long.

Lyn-Purcell Sep 6

K
NI
  VES
          are sharp
             in birth but
               blunt against
                   words. Though
                 I have become
                  used to pulling
                   knives from my
                   back, the words
                  that are said are
                    dropping pebble
                       in a still pond, rip-
                      pling through my
                      soul till the end of
                       days. Wounds heal,
                       right? The pain still
                        feels too fresh. And
                        do scars fade? How
                                          many do I have? Oh                  
                          well. I guess, no, I am
                           grateful, to be honest.
                             For every knife, I've cut
                             the cords of things unn-
                                ecessary. But the demons
                                     plague. My face is but stone.
                   My tears are void.
                   My heart is black.
                 The bare slashes
                  on me, I can deal
                  with. I can cope.
                 I can cope well.
                  I can cope. I can
                   cope. I can cope.
                     I-I-I just wish for
                  one thing. I just
                 wish that I was
                  easy to fix. I wi-
                  sh it was easy to
               breathe. Am I
              dying? Here?
            Alone? Yes...I
               am, aren't I? Fr-
                om my first bre-
               ath, I slowly be-
       gan to die.

Feelings for the day...
Nicole Aug 30

words are caught in my chest.

trying to crawl their way out through my head.

but my mind refuses to let them break its walls down.

the strength behind the pain

that made me this way is enough to stand back

and watch my heart be buried alive.

underneath all the things left unsaid

it tries to beat its way through but the words cut deep

and the blood runs thick from its veins.

Empty Aug 30

Battered
Beaten
Sullied
Browned
My
Heart
Was
Taken
As
Your
Crown.­
Speechless
Lovesick
Confused
Provoked
Your
Beauty
Has
Me
Getting­
Choked.
Self-loathsome
Putrid
Horrid
Fake
Why
Wouldn't
You
Choose
Someone
Just
As
Great­?
Gleeful
Anxious
Butterflies
I'm
Glad
You
Like
Me
More
Than
Othe­r
Guys.

Nicole Aug 25

sat in my porcelain encased coffin,
my body floating among the bits of filth from those who have occupied this space before me.
mind blank as a freshly stretched canvas,
and thoughts come through the white noise like a splash of warm blood against the clean tile on the floor where my coffin lays.
the shock jolting my body out of its stupor only for a moment,
then returning to its dead weight.
each moment of time that passes without a disruption sends my limbs closer to rigor mortis.
and I’m drowning even though my lungs have a clear path for oxygen to travel.
my body rejecting any form of sustenance as I lay in the cooling water,
it just wants to make the process go quicker,
ready to surrender to my mind and its devious ways.
i let it happen.
i’m so tired of this,
this constant feeling of fear but not being able to bring myself to leave the filth i sit in.
and i’m scared of dying
but i’m scared of living in this place more.

Bad Vibes Aug 24

My brain rattles around and I'm lost on what to say, what to do, where to start. There is a mountain of things on my list of life. I don't want the list, I dont want anything on it, I don't want life.

I just want to run. Run very far away forever and ever until the end.

-t.s.

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