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Sho Victoria Apr 2018
Di ako umiiyak sa away o sigawan.
Umiiyak ako sa labis na katahimikan.
Sa mga panahong kailangan ko ng kasama
Sa mga panahong pati sarili'y ayaw ko na.

Mga kumukuliglig na huni at bulong.
Mga inipit na hikbi at paghingi ng tulong.
Lahat ‘yan ay naninirahan sa isipan.
Lahat ‘yan ay mahirap takbuhan, mahirap takasan.

Bumibilis na tibok ng puso,
Malalamig na pawis na sa leeg ay namumuo
Mga hiningang hinahabol ang takbo,
Magang mga matang nagmamakaawang ang luha'y huminto.

At unti-unti
Hihimasin ang isip
Mula labas palalim sa loob
Unti-unti
Pipigain ang puso
Makirot sa una ngunit nakakamanhid rin pala kapag nasanay na.

Hahalungkatin ang nakaraan,
Nang dumilim ang kasalukuyan.
Babasagin ang kasalukuyan,
Nang mabaling ang tingin sa iba maliban sa harapan.

"Huwag kang mag-isip."
Ang abiso nila.
Ngunit diba nila naisip
Na tila ka na ring sinabihan na:

"Huwag kang huminga kung ayaw mo na."

"Huwag kang tumingin kung nahihirapan ka."

"Huwag kang makaramdam kung nasasaktan ka."

Huwag ka nalang mabuhay kung di mo na kaya."

Oo, ayaw ko na.
Lahat kinatatamaran pati paghinga.
Bawat gabing inilaan sa iyak.
Tila ang isip, pinipilit na mabiyak.

Oo, nahihirapan na.
Di maiwasang tumingin sa mga mata
Ng iba't ibang taong may iba't ibang kwento.
Ng iba't ibang ngiti sa kabila ng malungkot na  mga anino.

Oo, nasasaktan na.
Mula sakit, gusto ko nang kumawala
Mula sa kadenang mas malambot pa sa bakal
Ngunit kung hawakan ka tila ka sinasakal.

Oo, di ko na kaya.
Sana nga tumigil na.
Na bawat umaga nagdarasal akong gabi na
At sa bawat gabi, nananalangin akong matapos na.

Ang sinimulang buhay na inilaan sa iyak.
Inilaan sa pag-iisip na sa bawat takbo tila ka winawasak.
Bukas sa lahat ng bagay mabuti man o masama.
Bukas rin sa posibilidad na ipagpatuloy pa o tapusin na.

Ito.

Ganito.

Ganito kahirap, ganito kasakit.

Ganito kasimple ang isang atake.
Maryam Apr 2018
You didt say a word
Though a look explains it all
I never understood stuff like math
Though i read faces like a book

I hate that my mind
Makes your face always
Judging.
Shadow Dragon Apr 2018
Rose from the ashes,
brought back from the devil.
Drowning in acids,
we are on another level.

Trying to defeat,
swallowing darkness through the night.
But I won’t be beat,
I’m not giving up on another fight.

Quick to forget,
yet easy to come back.
Covered me with cold sweat,
while you attack.

let me go,
can’t you you read my mind?
It’s screaming no.
Still your so kind.
Millie May 2018
Everything is fine
and everything is not
twelve hours
thats all it takes for this
merry-go-round to complete a trip

Now I am tired
Everywhere is calm
The toxins are taking over
Ethanol flowing through my veins
I can't make up a decent statement

It is finally over
I am weak
I can sleep
I feel peace
I hope I am stronger next time
drank a **** ton of ***** to calm an anxiety attack
carminayasmin Apr 2018
but how can I get your hands
to take a match and strike it before me.

then your alight contours can dissolve
once you fling the matchstick down my throat.
I hope it catches onto this bloodstream of your soul
so it turns to ashes
that I’ll puff out -
the way you would smoke under those streetlights.

then I’ll melt every words of yours,
once engraved into my mind
with the numbing vision
of you with her.

and lastly, cool me down
- just finish me off.
plunge  my skins into the
deepest point of the ocean,
so that I’ll wake up in an ocean without you.
March 10,
05:40am
my sleepless goodbye to you
Nicole Apr 2018
It's cold outside but I hear seagulls
It feels like October or November
Mixed with a little bit of May
It reminds me of pumpkin farms and beaches
Both associated with good times
Paired with past people
Forevers gone all wrong

Memories of goats and cookies
Almost send me into an attack of anxiety
Heartbeat racing and limbs get weak
I have to concentrate on my breathing
Cause I can't afford to fall right now

The beach reference comes from the smell
It's probably dead fish
But it reminds me of lakes
Like the one we went fishing on
Or the one we swam in with my family
Different waters carry the same smell
And remind me of the same person

My most intense triggers seem to be the weather
Which is ****** cause I can't escape it
So I keep driving
Heat up
Windows sealed
To escape these broken memories
Now broken people
And it's all my fault
empty seas Mar 2018
Breathe in
Breathe out
I can’t command my breath anymore
My eyes are filled with toxic tears
causing the problem to get worse
Breathe in
Breathe out
Count with my five senses to calm down
too bad they’re too compromised
to do any help at all
Breathe in
Breathe out
Worthless with out my grades, this A+
I have no good personality, no creativity
to make me worth something
Breathe in
Breathe out
So as I bury my head in my hands
calming my anxiety is like
covering a mountain with a blanket
So I breathe in
and breathe out
I had an anxiety attack in math while taking a test.
Sam Mar 2018
I'm drowning.
Sinking deeper and deeper into a black and murky water.
I am alone.
I am stuck.

I try to swim up, not because I want to, but because I must.
I must keep swimming,
Because there are people on land that need me, that want me, that demand me to live and breathe and strive for better things.

Sometimes I wonder if I want to live and breathe and strive for better things.

It'd be so much easier to just let go,
And give in to the black and murky waves,
To simply accept that I'll never again be a person on the shore.

I'm still splashing at the waves, now with a rising panic,
And I can hear my heart pounding,
And I can feel the blood rushing to my head with the intensity of a freight train.

Because now the waves in the once placid waters have jagged edges,
Razor edges that draw blood,
And I see the black and murky waters turn red with my life force.

And the rational part of my brain recognizes that none of this is real,
That my wounds and the water and my panic are a figment of my troubled mind.

But my heart knows with a sickening certainty that even if I do not die today,
I will forever carry the burden of scars from wounds that never really happened.
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