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Dresden Jan 2018
Depression has me by the neck
its poison numbs my entire body
trapping me in an ever-state of paralysis
I lay motionless as I'm forced to endure
this deep pain swelling inside of me

So many times I've listened to others
and their experiences with this darkness
Not knowing one day it would grow in me as well
Life made this happen
and maybe death is the cure

The more I resist or try to hide it
the more it festers and increases its intensity
So maybe I should just give in
and float in my own pool of sadness
until the dawn rises
Muriah McCoy Jan 2018
My mind wonders when I should be actually dreaming.

I imagine a dragon coming down, setting fire to the town.
How far away is the nearest star?

I then lay thinking about the day and all that it held in its hands, and suddenly I start wondering about you.

I wonder what your wearing, and if your smiling, or even if your thinking about.
What do you think about me? Am I doing everything I can to capture your attention? Am I bringing your most sacred dreams to life?  

Do you really love me?
I close my eyes.
Frankie Abraham Dec 2017
When you can't sleep,
Late night thoughts creep up
And tug at your sheets

As wave upon wave of
Sleepless anxiety

Shifts your bones,
Crawls under your skin.
Like a nagging itch
You can't explain.

You ponder truth and meaning,
Fears and doubts.
Your brain is awake
But your mind is tired.

You feel nothing,
Yet everything bothers you.

And slowly...
Staring back at you
Are the decisions
You've yet to make.

But you close your eyes
And tell yourself,
"I'll let you be tomorrow's mistake."
Emily McClelland Nov 2017
There's a difference in knowing who you are,
And why you are.
Because the past can't be changed.
CIF Aug 2017
They say insomnia is a writer's best friend
When 2 am thoughts become conversations with the moon, as she reveals her secrets from within
And you cry or insanely laugh while hoping not to break your pen
It's at night, peak hours of the morning, when those twisted emotions decide that they've had enough and break free from that daytime zen
The happy face slides off and the pain comes crashing in
3 am thoughts race as you hope your brain will shut off or the sun wins
Either way, when the next night hits, you'll be laying in bed with your notebook and pen watching the clock all over again.
Mallory Nason Jul 2017
My mind is like a snowflake
it started out innocent
so pure and remarkably fragile to the touch
but sure enough, this snowflake finally touched the ground
normally a snowflake would melt
but this was no ground, this was a cliff
so icy and brutally cold, nearly unbearable
the once snowflake, turned to solid ice
overtime all the built up pressure on top of the now ice
has finally been triggered
whether it was too much pressure of the new snow, the rain, or perhaps even some slight wind
an avalanche is now cascading down the mountainside
the snow is constantly rolling down the steep *****
nothing can stop this downward spiral until it hits the bottom
then it finally hit
oh so loud it was too
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It's 2am

Shadows dance across the walls
and the floor boards creak under
the weight of the silence.

It's 2am

Sleep eludes me
while my thoughts reel through my mind
like film through a camera.

It's 2am

And the thoughts of you
begin.
riwa Oct 2016
everyday at 1:56 am an image of your face flashes in my mind
the smile that made the worst situations instantly better
the eyes that were so easy to get lost into
I remember at 1:56 am you whispered "I love you"
and I had no choice but to believe every word you breathed out into the cold evening
every day at 1:56 am the image of your face is enough to make my whole body ache
because I miss the way you used to hold me and tell me I was the brightest star in the entire galaxy
I miss the way you drew constellations in my mind and made me believe ours was the biggest
I miss the way you laced your love around me and made me feel safe in your arms
when 1:56 am is flashed across the face of a clock
all i can think of is the way your hands caressed my body as if I was the most fragile piece of China in the set
The way you looked at me as if I was the most important chapter in the whole book
the way you exhaled my name as if it was crucial to enunciate every syllable correctly
at 1:56 am everyday I remember the way you loved me and my heart breaks because I've realized even the biggest constellations have to fall apart eventually
(4/2/16)
Deaneira Oct 2016
for every moment i've spent  by only myself
lost within the waves
of my own thoughts
wish i knew who would stand
by my ground
and have me engulfed
in their arms, to which they would say

"i will stay, it's okay."

       --D
Ben Fernekees Oct 2016
My depression tells me I'm not wanted
My ADHD tells me to go find someone who will want me because sitting here won't change anything
My anxiety tells me to hide from anyone who might want to talk to me
While my bi polar argues about if it's worth talking to anyone or not
My psychosis tells me that everyone I could need is in my mind
While showing me things I don't want to see
How do you find your point in life
When your head keeps telling you otherwise?
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