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“you look down, what’s wrong?”

“i’m fine.”

“...well you don’t look fine, bud.”

“...”

“what could you be sad about anyways? you’re breathing! you’re alive! you’ve got so much to live for in your life! quit complaining, you’re only pitying yourself.”

“****. you. honestly.”

“it speaks!”

“seriously, *******.”

“**** me? why? is it because i’m too busy over here living a happy life, not pitying myself about **** that doesn’t matter?”

“SHUT THE **** UP. YOU LITERALLY CAME TO ME TO ASK WHAT WAS WRONG, YOU’VE GOT NO CLUE WHAT’S ON MY MIND. ******* FOR GOING OFF ON ME THE WAY YOU DID. YOU SHOULD’VE KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT IF ALL YOU WERE GOING TO DO WAS BELITTLE ME. HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON INSIDE OF ME, YOU BARELY GAVE ME A CHANCE TO OPEN UP. AND I WAS HESITANT TO DO SO BECAUSE YOU’VE BELITTLED ME BEFORE. I DON'T DESERVE THE DEMONS IN MY MIND, NEVERTHELESS A ******* FROM YOU.”

“...”

“i’m not ******* pitying myself. i’m angry at myself, i’m sad about my life, i’m regretful for who i’ve hurt and why. i’d explain the stories behind these feelings but now i realize how unworthy you are of those. *******.”

“jesus man, i’m sorry, i didn't realize how upset you were.”

“i wasn’t upset, i was down, NOW i’m upset.”

“well i’m sorry, didn’t mean to make you feel that way bud...”

“it’s fine. sorry for lashing out.”

“although, i’m not sorry that the universe likes me and is my friend. i guess that’s why i can’t relate.”

“yeah well, i’m sorry it isn't ******* mine.”

-melancholicreator
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Leah Dell'Osso May 2019

I'm sorry God
If I've let you down,
I know I've done something
To deserve this punishment.
To deserve no friends,
To deserve no happiness,
To deserve no luck,
To deserve it all.
What have I done?
That has made it this way?
Can you tell me why
A being of heaven
Has brought me hell?
What have I done?
Why do I deserve
To be locked in this life
And bruised by the past
And stabbed by the present
And threatened by the future?
What can I do
To please you, God?
So that you shall bring me peace?
What more do I have to give
To get a bit of it back?

I'm sorry, God
If I've let you down,
But you have to let me live.
I know you know not
Of mortal pains and suffering,
But you of all beings
Must know some sympathy.
When can you end this madness?
What more must I achieve
To appease the ultimate puppeteer?
How much more must I sacrifice
To be worthy of your affection?
What must I apologize for
That will allow you to free me
To bail me out
To leave me be
To let me go?
Have you reached your breaking point?
When will such a day arrive?

I'm sorry, God
If I've let you down,
But don't you think
That all of your people,
Including myself,
Deserve a blessing at some point?
Deserve some freedom?
When we know not
Of what we have done?
Oh, God, when will that freedom come
If not in the form of angel wings?

Ashley Aug 2017
My sanity has been rung out like a soppy washcloth.
The only thing worse than the quick glances and glares is
not knowing why.  Headphones can only drown out so
much and I begin to wonder how such beautiful melodies
can now haunt me to the point where the chords of “O Holy
Night” stab me in the stomach with rusty knives. Somewhere
I was once so proud to call home is now my personal hell
without any rationale.  The snow resembles the ashes of my
soul as I follow the path along what once was green.  The
frozen puddle on the cracked ground reminds me that it’s
hard to loathe the eyes that look back into my own.  No one
ever tells you that two plus two plus a few more equals one.
Words weigh me down and suddenly I am immobile.  I swallow
each thought one by one until I run and collapse over the toilet.
It’s such a shame that no one gives a **** until you’ve hit the
breaking point.
written spring 2015
Oliver Henderson Jan 2017
a breaking point*
everyone has one, right?
a place where they can't go on
without an explosion of emotion
or just quitting all together

but where is mine?

where is my stopping point?
where i can rest my eyes
and feel ease
a point where i do break
and get everything out
because to get better you have to break, right?

maybe that point has left out
forgotten by a god i dont believe in
leaving me in a constant hurt
a never ending cycle of being left
with no escape or coping

where is my breaking point?
it must be sad
to read about someone who wants to break down
who wants to feel all the pain he has experienced at once
just so one thing can maybe last
just so some other emotion
that isnt a deep depression
can be felt for more than an hour or so

maybe i need to make my own point
need to scrape some time out of my schedule
to let myself explode
let it out
get rid of the space it takes up
so i can leave some for anything else

but thats not how it works
it comes on its own time
like a bird to its feeder
or death to take a soul

maybe
my breaking point will take its time
so slow its taking parts of me
as i try to survive

maybe
my breaking point will be death
that when my blood pools out of my body
those deep dark emotions
will flow out with it

no longer carried by me
but the mortal body
that is left here
leaving my soul the lightest of them all

a breaking point
no one said
that it has to happen when youre alive
loveless Jul 2016
You can hide
All your pain
Behind a smiling mask

But you still have
A breaking point

When it's reached
A thousand masks aren't enough
To hide your tears
Just thinking as I drew a sketch
m i a Feb 2016
no.
no.
no,
please don't
break.
you can do it.
please don't
break.
you're stronger than this.
please don't
break.
don't show them your weak side.
please don't
break.
*is what everyone keeps telling me,
but they have to know im human;
and i can only take so much.
[0.1]
and darling when you break, i'll be there to glue your pieces back together.
Ariana Robinson Sep 2015
Pushed past the breaking point
A line that shouldn't be crossed
Passed the point of no return
The final threshold
There's no going back now
Storm Raven Jul 2015
When I have to be strong for you,
When you are scared after watching a horror movie.
It is so hard.
Cause I constantly feel like breaking apart.
I am always so afraid,
Of my own thoughts like my wish to ******* die.
Note, I am not suicidal. But sometimes it is hard to stay strong for others and comfort them while you are afraid and no one knows that you need comforting too becausse you are scared of that.
Matthew Jan 2015
Magical, yet deafening
Inside the crawl, the strive was real
No
It must not
One can see but not be seen
Hear but not be heard
Are you blind?
Are you hearing me?
What truth, what dreams may come?
But not let us forget
The tale in the wild
The tale of truth behind that of wisdom and meaning
There is no self demoralizing way to establish security from scrutiny
Run....
run....
run
No!
Hide......
.......but don't
Always found and never hidden
Welcome
You have arrived
This is a constant battle I fight with schizophrenia
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