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Red Bergan Oct 2021
Looking at the mirror,
Staring at the glass.
Wondering how much time will pass.

In this day and age,
Many people are caged.
Trapped by their worst mental fear.

Looking at the mirror,
Fear turns to reality.
You feel like a monster.

Your worthless,
Your cruel.

You tell yourself all these things,
But you always forget.
Your not alone in this war.

Many people are like you,
Run down by life,
Giving into the circle **** routine.

Yo-yo or not,
You are more than you think.

You have a heart,
You have a soul.
You are in control.

Turn your life towards the light,
Look away from the mirror into the night.
The light will show you the way.

Hold your their hand,
Your lover,
Your spouse.
Your friend.
Your mate.

They will guide you to the end.
Remember people care, my friend.
Many people go through mental instabilities daily, remember they have a heart and a soul.
Camille Nov 2020
Conflicting ideas turn into one
That was me
Identities of one was safely undone
As it shall be
The world was telling her to hold the gun
Wanting to set her free
With each word and action done
You can see
The fight that she had won
It was the key
Daiyzah Jan 2018
I think the problem with me is that I expect so much from so little.
I try to force things that I want to last knowing that it's not going to work.
I try to mend things that don't need to be mended.
I think with my mind rather than my heart.
I'm aware of when I'm doing something wrong but in the heat of the moment persuaded that it's okay.
I try to fix things that I purposely tried to break.
I try to trigger emotions out of people when my mind feels insecure.
Then try to play victim by using quotes that right my wrongs.
I know what I'm doing.
It has became a habit over time.
Now I don't know how to stop but I want to.
My confused feelings are consuming my mind.
I do temporary stuff that ruins something that could've lasted for a lifetime.
& now it's too late. I always think.
"Hurt them before they hurt you."
But majority of the time, they're not wanting to hurt me.
This poem is a poem I wrote May 31,2017 and I am just now posting it. I lost the motivation to continue to write but hopefully this brings my passion back.
Dear paper,

I sincerely apologise for constantly coming to you for comfort, but you are the only form of calmness I have in the midst of this madness.

No other embrace is as sweet as yours when my hands begin to shake and I seem to misplace my mind.

You take me as I am, even with my daunting cloud of troubles, and hold my thoughts until I regain clarity.

Sanity seems to be so elusive, slipping out of my grasp each time I clasp at it like a silk skinned eel.

But here you are, as immovable as a rock, as honest as a blade, yet as fragile as these glass windows I peer out of for inspiration.

Never have I felt so free while placing a piece of myself behind your bars.

Tranquility is only a touch away when I’m with you.

But once the waves of euphoria subside, and the hurdles placed in front of me become too  towering-I see no other option.

I load my clip full of thoughts into this 1.2mm ballpoint pen and pull the trigger, then watch it penetrate my heart and **** my anxiety.


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