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psyche Jan 2021
How many times have I quietly sobbed today?
Finally letting my walls down as I let myself know I am alone.

The room is filled with heavy gasps of air,
only for my ears to hear.
No, these aren't your regular inhales and exhales.

They come with little sobs and whimpers
that changes your breathing,
They come with sharp pains in your chest as if you're drowning,
They come with little pools of water that has the capacity to carry an immense weight of sadness.

Defying the Laws of Physics,
wetting your face that never seems to stay dry
with each little drop.

All at once,
You feel as they come at you.
Like a firework had just been lit,
prepared for what's to come on the 4th of July.





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Suddenly, all these that surges from you stops.
Your ears ***** on slow yet heavy thumping sounds . . .  !
footsteps

You get up, and the fireworks in your chest fall at once to your hollow stomach.
Making a crashing noise of empty cans on shards of previously broken glass.

You wipe your tears and stare back,
as your reflection in the mirror smiles at you.

a fleeting moment of hate and disappointment pass through your mind

Inhale. . . .                                                                ­                                       
                                                                      ­                                       
             
                                     
                                                                ­                                    . . . .Exhale

"it's sharp and it stings...
...it's tight and all very familiar"


A new task has begun as soon as you end one,
and just as quick a routine ends and night awakens....
The same routine awaits to greet you,

once the Sun wakes the world.
title inspired by Kate Chopin's "The Story of an Hour". give it a read if you haven't :))

! TW !: I feel like people with anxiety might find the last line triggering
Hanna C S Feb 2020
I can feel the cogs in my brain getting loose again,
Not quite fitting -
not quite spinning in time,
Spitting sparks that fly, ignite and burn
Bringing light to dark corners and melting locks that keep the past in its box.
I pandora, so out of time,
moving towards
and away from you
As I find my feet dancing in complex rhythms
Driven by the drums of my demons that have learnt to remove their muzzles and sing
Do you see this vessel shake out of tune?
Do you feel the tremors that set muscles moving to the moments of memory?
There is a girl that wants you to notice and wrap her up
There is a girl that wants you to notice and give her up
There is a girl that hopes you never notice something is up
In my head again,
Upheaved
I can't quite sit still again,
can't quite smile straight again.
can't quite sleep right again
so these pills sit tight on my tongue again
Blue like my blood that calls out for more
Blue like the bruises only my eyes still see
Blue like the unsafe flame our science teacher warned us of,
This blue has become apart of the essence of me
Hot, I flicker in shades of the ocean,
And blue flames flicker with violence
I move blue, I move blind,
With these waves in my mind
That crash hard
And lap slow.
I can only apologise for the temper of my tides
This sea is angry still, sad still, yet loves you still.
I pray ur boat sails strong.
Trying to describe the feeling of things going

bad again
Lieke Jan 2019
I can't stop
Accelerating my the second
Salty tears are flooding my eyes
Air stuffing my windpipe
Each breath is spiralling upwards


I feel it all at once
Years of hungry pain rushing into me
The sorrow is starving for my cries
So it pulls and twists and stabs


My voice is muted
Death is craving me more and more
Longing to meet again
To bleed me dry
And drain me away
21 November, 2018
Jayce Dec 2017
For years, I didn’t understand why my brain deprived me of stability
I hid the cracks in my mental with glue

Now it seems the glue has aged and I’m struggling to hold it together
And you tell me that I’m getting sadness all over the carpet

I’m sorry
I’ll try and be suicidal more quietly
axr Nov 2015
She's a beauty
I am her breakdowns.
She smiles,
I turn it upside down.
I am a force that can't be taken down.
Yes,I lied.She cries
Broken necklaces and rusted rings.
I tell her we'll be all right.
Broken, yet she sings.
She's a beauty.
I am her breakdowns.
When the world's screams,
I will drown the sounds.
Kay La Jun 2014
how many drugs,
or bruises
or breakdowns
or anxiety attacks
or sighs
or fake smiles
or silence
it will take
until someone,
a n y o n e
realizes that I,
need saving.

— The End —