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This is how I process
My thoughts
My feelings
My ideas
My beliefs
My actions
My trauma
Everything
So if you find not what you seek
I'm sorry
It's just how I think
Georgie Jan 2020
You occupy my brain like candyfloss
My thoughts feel cloudy
My words become a jumbled mess when you're around
But it eventually fades away
Until the next time we meet

You occupy my brain like candyfloss
People are confusing
chichee Mar 2019
You'll always be my favorite kind of film. The sitcom without the laugh tracks or a romance without the actors. The kind of irony that could make me laugh till it hurt. The way I went from pining for you to vivisecting you against the metal of a surgical table, because maybe if I cracked open that soft, stupid flesh I'd finally be able to understand why. How you unspool me, all these years between us but you're still the only boy that's ever made me cry without hitting me first. Mum says she liked me better before I got off the pills. Honestly, I only cut them up once they're dead mother, we all have our hobbies.  I used to rewrite scene after scene of the woulda-coulda-shoulda's of our script and hide them from you. I used to be a lot of things. Don't we all miss me on pills.
It's been a while.
Hell-Loves-Blues Nov 2018
The weight of the world on her shoulders versus the pressure from her own mind is enough to make her shout out and scream, enough to break her beyond repair, its enough to destroy her from the inside out, people try to crumble her, tear her down under false pretense of "helping", they don't understand how easily help can turn into hurt,they always say "no one can love you until you learn to love yourself" I guess i'll never be loved then because i have been trying to love myself every day of my life with no success, "just do it" isn't easy with depression "get your attitude straight" isn't easy when you cant understand how you feel "it'll be okay" I know that! but anxiety is good at painting ugly pictures leaving you petrified. The feeling of impending doom that comes looming over you at the most random or the worst possible moments, the feeling of not wanting to get out of bed or even live some days, the feeling of driving everyone away because you distance yourself in order not to be a burden, no,no, not a burden, they say you arent a burden, your mind says differently though... heres the truth, youre never told about how badly it hurts when you pull yourself out of bed feeling so empty like you have this huge hole in your gut, it... its indescribable, this weight on your chest when you want to cry but you cant breathe, when it gets to much and you have no outlet and you want so badly to reach for that knife to take the pain away but you force yourself away, or the feeling that something will go wrong and you just want to hide, you cant trust anyone, you cant even trust yourself because WHAT IF! the feeling that you're slipping away again and you're trying so hard to hold it together, when your emotions drain and you feel like a shell of who you were, you want to scream out but you cant, you cant tell anyone how badly it hurts because you cant accurately describe whats going on in your mind, so you study until your mind spins, just trying to find the right **** words to say but nothing ever comes close to the pain you have inside, the frusteration of the random anger and sadness, the worry and hatred, the pure feeling of unadulterated insanity! You finally say something and break down in tears because its all too much but venting dosent make you feel any better so you lock yourself away, you cut yourself off from everyone because you dont want to be seen so broken down,  but that somehow makes it worse because you worry about everyone else, so you end up in an endless cycle, You tell yourself youre stronger, you can beat this, then the attacks come on and the flashbacks and you break again, youre exausted and feel like your at the end of your rope but yet you still hold on for everyone else, the doctors dont help and neither do the meds but you say they do, you say youre getting better but you arent, your dying and screaming inside but you dont let anything out, you hold your breath count to ten and try again, maybe one day this feeling will go away, youre fragile but resilient, you feel nothing and everything, you cant do this anymore but you have to... for everyone else, because you dont know how your story will end but it cant end now, not when it hasnt even gotten good yet, you cant let the deamons in your head win, not yet... not now... not this time...
write down my thoughts without erasing or corrections, post them annonomously. maybe this will help someone know they arent completely alone in this...
loser Oct 2017
if i had feeling
i'd think twice
before deciding to slice
so deeply
than i ever have before
what color is human flesh?
maiden pink? or true red?
maybe I have to rip through
a layer of fat
before I reach
what could be called

me
wow it's depressing that this is my most popular poem... :/
Lesa Renee Sep 2015
Dread.
It's usually the same.
Panic and anxious breath and
dread.
     dread.
          dread.
One day, I always say, we will want something better
Something healthier
Absent of accusation and blame and misperception
Something that lifts us up beyond this hurt
Allowing us to remember why I risked everything
Why we thought it was worth what it's worth
And why we hurt people - for years
Just to be together
Fate decided to twist our guts into knots instead of granting us peace and togetherness at last
Replaced by isolation and burning tears
And now Tuesdays are those confrontations with fate
Do we spend the rest of the time we have building walls, favoring hope, or taunting hate?
"It's You, It's You,
It's all for you,
Everything I do..."
Aspen Jun 2015
i can't control
my emotions but
**** it they
******* control me
Aspen Apr 2015
i knew everything was
going to hell but we had
eachother and we were
sure that was enough and
i guess all i want to know
now is why you had to go
and change your mind
Aspen Apr 2015
in your car going 80 on
the highway weaving
between cars you sang
along to your favourite
songs and talked and
yelled and i never
thought one person
could be so beautiful
but there you were
next to me working
your way into my
heart i hate you
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