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Who cares anyway Oct 2014
You drag me
over mountains
through rivers
into the ravines of your heart

But please don’t
for I am becoming weak
and I don’t know how much longer
I can do this

It’s becoming too much
but I’m slowly getting better
others I don’t even think of you
and I heal a little more

And on some days
I start out fine
but then I see your face
and the walls that once guarded my sensitive heart
come tumbling down
Kas Lynn Oct 2014
Your words are like an explosion inside my soul,
Your touch breaks every last bone in my body,
But yet I would go to the end of the world and back to just see that smile,
If just one word would make you understand how I feel;
I would write you essays upon essays in hopes you'll understand,
My heart beats for you;
Even if you may not know it,
Whenever you come near my hands start to shake;
I forget how to breathe,
Just hold me near;
Remind me how to breathe by the taste of your lips.
Anonymous Oct 2014
Anxiety:
It's when your hands keep shaking
and "everyone hates me,"
I know it's not my fault,
but do the ones I talk to do?

Anxiety:
It's the ex-boyfriends who never understood
why you apologized so much
for things you had no business apologizing for,
and them not knowing that telling you to stop
and showing their annoyance
would only make it all worse.

Anxiety:
It's when the tiniest thing
can set you off
and make you believe that the people you love
couldn't care less about you,
even though there's piles and piles of memories
that can knock that thought
out of the deathly waters of your mind.

Anxiety*:
It's when
absolutely,
positively,
nothing
feels right anymore.



(w.n.)
I had a mini anxiety attack earlier and I just had another one and they **** so I wrote this.
Marlo Aug 2014
I look in the mirror.
I don’t appear.
This girls eyes are stained red.
Her hair, a rat’s nest.
Her cheeks are red.
Pale skin.

I try to think.
My mind doesn’t pop up.
I swim through my head trying to find it,
But the smoke gets in the way.
I see nothing real.

Nothing matters, will matter, or ever has mattered
In this haze of mine.
The only concern
Is how many giggles I can release
Per minute.

I have goose bumps,
My feelings are nonexistent.
I’m walking through a dream.
I don’t have to dwell on sadness,
I can release myself into a different kind of wild.
The kind I control.
In my head.
. *** .
Yasi Jul 2014
the chair in his office was uncomfortable
as was i
when he pushed his wide-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose
adjusted his stethoscope
and asked
why on earth i would want to have an eating disorder,
my body was so beautiful
his eyes lingering on my thighs
a few seconds too long
as he looked me up and down

in that moment
i didn't know whether to thank him
or get out of the room as fast as possible

i wanted to puke
this is not a poem at all

just a gross memory
#ew
rae Jul 2014
i don't like admitting this but i think i miss the way you held me while i was lining up with everyone else
i miss the way you glanced over at me for no reason
i miss the way you give me awkward smiles as if you knew something about my feelings toward you
i
miss
you

but i know you don't mean it
i think
i think that maybe
i love
you
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