I do not think,
because from there I sink
into the depths of the poison I drink.
smaller and smaller I shrink
until one day I cannot unlink...
𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 404: 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘤.
I am sensitive;
If you hurt me,
If you hurt me;
But I'll grow!
My growth will hurt you...
I've my thorns.
I'll never stop growing;
I'm a plant "touch me not"!
It's about life or plant..
You will never know the scars my heart bears for all it had shared it did always dare to shrink a bit now i am not sure if theres a heart left.
You kept taking piece of my heart everytime you hurt me now i am not sure if theres a heart left.
you were knitted together before the world first heard your cries
and you were born whole
you were made to break barriers
never to hide behind the shadow of a man
it is time you stop trying to shrink yourself to conform to the world's ideals
you are a walking contradiction
both peaceful and wild
delicate and resilient
remind yourself you do not need his arms when you were given two of your own
do not let them burn out the flames within your soul
you belong only to yourself
i leave your office feeling like i’m on top of the world
but then i feel the world on top of me
you can only help me when i’m in that office
It comes and goes,
It doesn't exist.
Shrinking as I wait for my shrink
Minuscule in appearance
Obsolete rock with tiny feet
Plants feed off the heat from nearby concrete
Each brick cemented by century
Droplet from the sky is opposite
Magnifies true irrelevance
Cross legged at the cross walk
Visitor at the cross road
Flickering light bulb thrives in day
At night it diminishes
At night it's just a fade
Dastardly and reluctant I have came to speak for the wretched things that have made me weak. Sit silent as I speak, it softly settles as I move to quick retreat.
Bare in all that is me to be the might of examination. If that is so what you please? But also remember you are just as evil and ****** up as me.
I am so quick to want to be worth more when I treat myself less. Intolerably suffocating the idea we should all forget. More or less of a forfeit.
Stranded in solitude of the ever deepening abyss. Complete consciousness in adrift.
So much remorse, so much regret. Who am I?
Where off am if I eventually forget? It seems intangible be it that you are not here. The sound of her voice Start's to disappear. Albeit there seems to be more to this. Than a lost soul and lost mind driting into the abyss. No. There is defiant tendencies that do exist. A reason to run from the part of me I do not want to adress.
I cannot seem to just carry on and forget. It eats at me like locusts latching on to my neck.
So I write to capture the moment to quickly relinquish it. Only you can picture this.
Imagine we are somewhere beautiful. Imagine we were better off than this..?? Imagine I was someone who could offer you advice, someone who has also dealt with this.
Oh wow that sound's great. Yea here is a prescription. This should handle it. By the way this pill gives you the ****'s. So you might wanna also take this. Whats this?
Oh this? This is a pill that will offset this. Thats two signatures.
Two pharmaceutical trial drug checks. Well it seems to work I mean other than the nausea or the frequent headaches. It is also free to me because the insurance pay's for it...pays three hundred a month for insurance. Just thought I would add that.
Face yourself alone, find your weaknesses and eradicate them.
Small changes eventually add up to a big change. Start where you are.
Lets network! If you have a talent lets see how we can work together to achieve that. Falcons increase their chances while flying in trio. So it is a fact in many instances that you suceed together greater than you do alone.
i see my life hung out to dry
my memories slowly falling to the ground
my mind losing all colour
leaving behind a shell of the person i once was
slowly i shrink
If I went to a professional they'd probably say it started when I was younger
Which begs the question why it didn't affect my older brother
Maybe it's just the way my brain is wired
I'm just so ******* sick and tired
Of being so **** sick and tired
Why am I always so ******* tired?
I just go through the motions
All the days just blend together
The only thing keeping me going
Is the hopes that this won't last forever
I can say that I care about a few things
But it'd be only to myself that I feed lies
There's a lot I need to get off my chest
But it's hard when I have to make it rhyme
I don't consider myself a poet
More of an alocoholic with a pen
I get myself into a drunken haze
And spill all the thoughts in my head
You're probably wondering where this is going
And I can't say that I have the answer
I kind of just type away
Until I start to feel a little better.