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She Writes May 2023
Anxiety gripping my mind like a vice
Trapped in my own head; paralyze

Paranoia creeping in like a slow rolling fog
Unable to control my inner monologue

Panic strikes without warning
Drowning in my own mourning

Heart racing, shallow breath
Wondering if this is death
Alaska May 2023
I.
my lips
sewed together
with perfectly stitched thread
through thin needle holes

the wounds
still wounds
not healed
over the years

the daily torture
of wanting to speak
but not being able
to tell


II.
my hands
shaking
excessively clinging
to the thin rubber band

my voice
trembling
as i try to unwrap
one syllable after another

the aching in the throat
as i try to describe
in as little detail
the things i went through

III.
as soon
as the words
left my mouth
almost as silent
as a short breath

i leave
the room
you sitting there
trying to grasp

what i had just coughed up
and disappeard
directly after
realizing i actually did

IV.
i am nowhere
and everywhere
at once
i am there again

you try to unwrap
the tangled words
the things unsaid
the thoughts not spoken

i slip out of reality
and suddenly
i hear you say
loud and clearly

"It was not your fault. It never was and it never will be."
Kris Fireheart Apr 2023
So many things
I've endured,
To be where I am
Today...

Molestation, aggravation,
All the things
They did to me...

Suicidal? Hesitation?
What are these
Two things to me?

PTSD, ASPD,
Anxiety...
So many names
Like games they play

For whatever is
Wrong with me.

But all I see
Is a sea
Of hopelessness;

A broken Me...
And I can't see
A cure for my

Deadly disease...

I just see "Me"...
I've gone through a lot in my life. I've loved and lost; I've wandered and wondered. I've hoped and dreamed: I've yelled and screamed... but every night,  I suffer... in silence.
thought I was better...
clearly not. I am Tender
Scabs scraped off by time
Haiku on healing and realizing poorly made stitches rip at the slightest tug
Evelyn Mar 2023
The last 5 years feel like a numb, confusing blur.
Like I laid myself to sleep for a while.
Like I needed to be dead to the world.

Then one day I suddenly awoke to a longing in my chest.
A feeling I couldn't fight.
A quickening of my breath.

The outside world shone through the cracks and my legs guided me straight outside.
Fresh socks on the grass of spring's early morning dew.
As it soaked through to my feet, I felt alive again.

But who am I now?
And who the hell do I want to be?
What just happened?
And what am I doing here?

I keep blinking to wake up but I'm finally awake.
It feels like I've forgotten everything, I'm trying to remember who I am again.

I've been playing Eurotruck Simulator for 2 days straight.

Mindless driving through virtual country roads.
I've jack-knifed my truck and need to pay the service toll.
Have to deliver this big bag of seed to Hamburg but I'm stuck in the middle of the road.
The traffics piling up and everyone's honking their horns.
This is way too much pressure.

“Don't Worry Baby” By the Beach Boy's plays softly in the background.
But in fact I'm very much worried.
Whether in my online trucking game or the real world it just never seizes.

All I asked for is a day where I'm not incapacitated by my own thoughts.
They're useless, nonsensical pesters that make everything go wrong.

Stupid worry gremlins with bells on their ankles.
The harder you try to ignore them, the louder they love to play.
Until your mind is an orchestra of gremlins beating their feet into your brain.  
It's impossible to get anything done when they're dancing away.

What matters is I'm still trying my best.
I'm leaving the house again, changing my old routines.
I even went out past 7pm.
What a real rebel I'm becoming.

Breaking old boundaries takes time but false 'safety' doesn't serve me anymore.
I sat in the pub last week and finally felt 24.
Maybe I'm a little behind compared to everyone else.
But I managed to save my jack-knifed truck and ship the seed to Hamburg, everyone has their own strengths..
Jack of all trades.
Master of none.
But in Eurotruck Simulator I'm No1.
Beep Beep I'm here
Sorin L Javerin Mar 2023
They say it isn't my fault.
They say I'm not to blame.
They say I did all I could.
They say I'm...
                            A hero...

They say I fought for freedom.
They say I fought for what was right.
They say I gave more than enough,
They say I DID more than enough.

How do they know?
What could they know?
How dare they say I gave ENOUGH!
HOW DARE THEY SAY I DID ENOUGH!

I'M STILL ALIVE!
I'M STILL BREATHING!
I'M NOT A HERO!
I'm... not...

I could have saved someone...
I could've taken that shot...
I SHOULD HAVE saved someone.
I SHOULD HAVE taken that shot.

It should've been me...
Why couldn't it be me...
I failed them...
I failed everyone.

I didn't see enough.
I didn't do enough.
I didn't **** enough.
No... I wasn't enough...

I wasn't enough of a Marine.
I wasn't enough of a husband.
I'm not enough of a father.
I'm no longer human enough.

Can I be enough for once?
Can I be strong enough?
Happy enough?
Loved enough...

Someone...
                         Anyone...

I don't want to be abandoned again...
Ah... thats right...
There's not enough of me left.
No... there wasn't enough to start.

There could never be enough,
Because I started with nothing.
I could never be strong enough,
Since the foundation wasn't enough.

I thought I was enough...
But there isn't even enough
For me to dream...
I was never...
                           enough...
Talia Feb 2023
Camouflaged amongst
chaotic crowds
 
Eyes with a ****** range
Scanning
 
Target detected.
Locked in                              
 
since you weren’t
Locked up.
 
Heart rate raised. Enraged.
I check my calibre.
explored using ****** terminology
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