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Chloe Nov 2017
IV
Every day I wake up feeling like a different person.
I have different thoughts.
Different feelings.
Different goals.
Some days I am unsure of who I am.
Some days I feel like I am exactly where I need to be.
Some days my body aches and a simple task like brushing my teeth exhausts me.
Some days I feel like I can do a million things at once and I can't sit still.
My mind is always moving.
I constantly need a change.
Being capable of doing the same thing for a long period of time has never been normal for me.
Always changing.
Always moving.
I've tried so hard to settle down.
To stay in one place.
To be normal.
What is normal, anyway?
Maybe I'm not meant to stay in one place.
Isn't that what life is supposed to be about?
Seeing new things.
Meeting new people.
Making memories.
So maybe I don't always know who I am.
But if I did know, I don't think life would be as fun.
AD Snail Oct 2017
Scorched flesh,
So inflamed and infected,
Fresh damage to self.

Flames dance after thee,
As you break away.
Your in dire need for a rescue,
But hate to complain.

Burns meet silence,
As cream heals all but the screams.

They set your insides aflame,
Everything physically a crisp,
As you mentally try to breath.
They said I was mentally ill.
So they fed me a pill.
Maybe then I could feel.
This lack of apathy,
Is apparently not naturally.
So I sit and wait to feel more than a heart beat.
1
2
15
43
Days
Months
Years
Go by waiting for my feelings to exist.
Until then the drugs still persist.
I love.
But not a true love.
I do not feel it in my soul.
I just know it in my skull.
Just as 2 + 2 = 4
My love is in my mind.
I love you for as much as I can think.
So please don't leave me.
Alone with my mind on the thoughts of your existence.
You vanished
You have extinct out of my life.
I could not love you the way you needed me to be.
But I told you this before that my love was different.
You couldn't handle that.
And for that you leave me thinking I will be forever ill.
Ceyhun Mahi Dec 2016
The harshness of mental illness,
Who's the soul's hidden polisher,
And the soul's hidden nourisher,
Rewards with Faith and steadiness.
Lisa Pike Sep 2016
Free. Not free
Our speech taken
Lies upon lies
Deviants, narcissists , mentally unstable

Make a decision or don't
Be fair
Don't rob the poor
This working class hero, tattered forlorn

With ya big flashy car
And ya stupid big house

Greedy, unflumoxed with no sense of guilt

Robber.  Thief.  Politician !
m i a Jun 2016
wouldn't it be amazing to
place a blade upon my skin
just so i can feel something
a g a i n
i've been so numb lately. i just want to feel again.
m i a May 2016
sometimes,
we have to isolate ourselves,
from the world,
to truly defeat,
the demons under our feet,
the nightmares,
that won't let us sleep,
and the negative things,
that make us weep,
in order,
to keep
our minds awake,
so our terrible thoughts,
will stop causing our eyes,
to create lakes,
and so,
our lips will pause it's mistakes,
and so,
we can remind ourselves that we'll be okay.
i've been losing to anxiety so much lately, but maybe i just need some alone time, to strengthen myself. im going to be okay.
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