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Madison Sep 2017
As deadly as sepsis
It makes your world so small
Creeping in
Inch My inch
Until you suffocate within yourself
OCD has made my world so small
I'm not sure there's any world at all anymore


But I will fight back
Push back
Against the walls
That suffocate me
I will push back and
Kick and
Scream and
Swear and
Fight.
Until I can see the world again
"OCD no longer engulfs me.
I engulf it."
ejb Sep 2017
OCD
my body is covered in glass
and germs
and slivers
they're overcoming me
and destroying me
i see and feel them everywhere
they will not go away

none of it's real
part of me knows it true
but it cannot stop the pit in my chest

i am covered in glass and germs and slivers
and they're killing me
Remmy Sep 2017
OCD
24 24 24 24 24
Up down up down up down
Dear lord thank you for this day thank you for all you've done please save me and help me have faith in you
Up down up down up down
27 27 27 27 27 27
Up down up down up down
Please keep me safe lord and help me to be saved and have faith in you and please forgive me for my sins
Itch itch itch
Up down up down up down
Itch itch itch
Up down up down up down
Please forgive me for my sins lord I love you please help me to have faith in you and thank you for this day
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
Up
Down
Up down
Up down
Up down up down up down
Just some of my compulsive thoughts luckily this is minimal
kayla Aug 2017
You must lock the door and check it twice more:
3's for me.

Stop and check the windows too:
2's are for you.

Keep in mind the monsters outside, lest we let them in;
4's are for ******.

Turn the deadbolt until you hear it click, then do it again;
6 for *****.

Before you get in, check under your bed. But before falling asleep don't forget,
The real monsters are inside of your head.
Joy Jul 2017
In the thrilling saga that is
My Neurosis
I have finally decided to
Seek help -
Popping prozac,
Coupled with telling a
Kind woman
About my three hour WebMD purge sessions
And
My deep fear of speaking out loud
For about
Fifty minutes a week.

The next chapter will be titled
"Support Groups: Sitting In a Circle With Strangers As We Compare Our Obessive Spirals on Fears of Death, Fears of Living, and Fixations With Folding Laundry."
This is not as much poetry as it is just ranting about the **** that's going on in my life in a quirky format. Humor is my coping mechanism, just as much as semantics, spoonerism, and creatively enveloping my feelings into a metaphor is - so I suppose that's my *poetry.* Today, I met with a therapist for the first time and told her about my OCD. The eye contact was terrifying and as she told me a bit about herself, I was itching for her or myself to make a joke about my fears, her past, the flowers, *literally, anything.* I sometimes think about how dark this would all sound to someone I know. If any of my friends found this page, they'd be like fucucuckccukckkkkk I thought you were just awkward. Yeah, JOKES ON YOU I'M ACTUALLY MISERABLE LIKE ALL THE TIME haha. Anyways.

I'm working on a slam poetry piece that I want to perform before the medication fully kicks in and I loose my sad boi side to myself again. It's about OCD, and how ******* ******* ****** up it is that it's portrayed as a personality trait rather than an actual debilitating mental illness in the media. If you're still reading, then congrats. I'm gonna go **** with my Bop It Extreme 2 for a bit to blow off some steam ya feel.

July, 2017
Nathan Tuy Jul 2017
Repeat.
Just once more,you have to repeat.
Just once more and you can stop.
Repeat.
One more tic and it'll be gone.
Just one more and it'll be all.
Repeat.
You don't have to listen to anything but this.
Don't you follow any order but your own.
Repeat.
The sun doesn't matter
Nor does the rain.
All you have to do is repeat.
Repeat.
you don't need to sleep.
All that matters is that you repeat.
Repeat.
For you promise that this will be the last.
For you convince yourself that this will be the last.
Repeat.
For you never keep your promises well.
For you know you'll do it again.
Repeat.
All you have to do is repeat.
All you will do is repeat.
For son, you are a prisoner of your own body.
So,repeat.
Just repeat.
If there's a word that you're holding back, say it.
If there's advice in your brain, let it out.
And if anything helps, then I'll take it;
But no man can assuage all my doubt.

I doubt that I'll ever quite make it:
I doubt that my dreams will come true.
I doubt night and day, but I fake it
In case they start doubting me too.

I don't think I can catch my breath now,
I doubt that this air will be clean;
Don't know if I'm close to my death now,
But alive? I just feel in between.

Come and steal away all of my guilt now
Make me sigh and admit I was wrong
For of all of the things my mind's built now
I distrusted self-doubt all along.
Caitlyn Emilie Jul 2017
S l e e p

 It seems like an easy thing to do, a natural thing that the body must do yet I lie awake and ask myself why my brain won't turn off and sleep.

A million wires lie unplugged, tangled around like a ball of yarn, twisting around every inch of my brain driving me insane.

Phrases repeating inside my head like a broken record- 'did I turn this off? yes.' 'did I shut this? yes.' 'did I do this? yes' 'did I remember this? yes'

I stare at the light switch and question whether I've turned it off when I know I just did six times before.

I stare at the fans and the stove and the door and the windows and check if they're off or shut even though I've checked it too much.

My brain rings and rings like a phone that just won't stop, some days I'm so tempted to just make it stop.
been a while, new write.
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