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NitaAnn Jul 2014
Life is not running smoothly at the moment.
I feel alone, directionless and desperate.
I am worn out, emotionally and physically.
Sometimes the burden of “keeping myself safe” is too heavy.
It is asking too much of me to “manage” all of...
the follies,
the nightmares,
the triggers,
the shame,
the embarrassment,
the rage
the internal voices
who scream
and cry
and rage…

all with no support.
It is too much!

And trying to avoid all of that **** is like avoiding breathing,
which I would not mind doing right now.
Something has to give.
There is only so much
one person can deal with
day in and day out
every single day and night!
There is only so much!


I am not equipped to handle an entire Pie of Crazy
Tori Edwards May 2014
Every page turned is wasted time
Every word written is wasting lines
Just another drop of poison
To fill cracked veins

Or to prove a heart's still beating

Sliced in half and completely drained
No one is as they seem
Our emptied black sockets
See nothing bar

An empty, gray beauty

Precious things will break, my dear
And we're all slowing down
In this world that keeps turning
Talarah Shepherd Apr 2014
Too much rain for a good day
She dreams the door won't open
There's the scrape of metal again
And the face of a stranger pokes at happiness
Enough to evoke a bright smile from the dead
She's a ***** just as all of us

Her familiar gesture calling in
Sober drones who use her and run
Sarah's familiar gesture calling
Friendly, friendly, always
Dreaming of closings
Akemi Oct 2013
This sore saviour keeps a straight-faced stare
Lips pressed tight, tongue wedged in teeth
While watching indolence twist in haste
To reach the next refuge

Revulsion that we two symbols share
That same motion-sickness fear
One of action, the other of consequence
Or lack thereof; without / within
12:16am, October 5th 2013

People are so selfish and childish. I thought if I went to uni I would finally find others who were motivated, driven; who wanted to change the world, fix it; but I just see the same directionless children that we were meant to have left behind after high school. Maybe I've just become jaded . . .
or maybe most people never truly change. Maybe they truly do want to stay ignorant, to everything but their immediate surroundings. I just get so angry and so heartbroken, that even if people know their actions indirectly harm others, they won't care as long as it doesn't harm them. They think the lack of a direct connection lessens their own involvement. Or they think it's a part of life--that some suffer, and since we are not those people we should make the most of what we have.
No. Life is about happiness, but that does NOT mean just your own. If I'm going to be anything in life, I want to know I've increased more than my own happiness. More than the happiness of those in my immediate surroundings.
I just don't know how to change people's perspectives. I feel like my words will have no effect. Dismissed as another activist, freeloader; outgrouped and stereotyped without another thought. As much as activists are derided for being more emotional than rational, I see few of those critics giving rational responses. Once I hated people, then I tried to change them; now, I don't know what to do.

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