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NitaAnn Oct 2014
Never-ending circles
Ups and downs
This is my life
One day things are looking better
The next everything is falling apart.

A vicious cycle
That is repeated daily
Around and around
Is there ever an end?

Looking for something
Or someone
To turn these repeating circles
Into a straight line of progress.
Searching, crying out for help
Does anybody hear me??
NitaAnn Oct 2014
All alone
Nobody truly cares
Promises made but never kept.

All alone
When will I learn
That alone is how it is meant for me.

All alone
Except for the demons
That run rampant through my head.

All alone
Just me and  a shiny new blade
Tonight's  cuts will be made in honor
Of those who said they "cared".

All alone
Covered in cuts
Blood flows freely from my body.

All alone
Theme of my life.

All alone.
NitaAnn Oct 2014
Sleep
Where are you?
Tossing and turning
Night after night
I am exhausted
But no relief do I find.

Close my eyes
And the nightmares start
Which is worse
Being tormented by memories
Or physical exhaustion ?

How do I stop the dreams?
How do I stop the memories?

How can you still cause me
so much pain 40 years later??

Sleep...is not my friend.
It's becoming harder to function as the days continue, I have hit a streak of pure exhaustion, I can sleep for hours and hours and I wake more tired and tormented then before.
always anxious Sep 2014
here we go again
sitting on my own
crying in the shower
same old sad tone

razor blade passion
calling my name
far in my thoughts
fasting my fat frame

all these words
rushing in my brain
i write them down on paper
to deal with my pain
always anxious Sep 2014
never have i ever
felt this empty
never have i ever
been this sad

never have i ever
been so lonely
never have i ever
gone this mad

never have i ever
been so lonely
never have ever
been so close to choke

never heave i ever
done so badly
never have i ever
found it this hard to cope

(s.l.g)
just a girl Aug 2014
a broken mirror a bleeding fist
a silver blade against a wrist
tears falling down to lips unkissed
ignore her and she wont exist
she's not hte kind you'll come to miss

**(c.m.h)
just a girl Aug 2014
ripped apart
limb by limb
shattering bone
heart caving in

self mutilation
scar after scar
empty and hollow
torn through this war
NitaAnn Aug 2014
Hope doesn't always float.
  Sometimes it drowns you instead.
  I feel like ****.
  The ****-I-woke-up-again kind of **** feeling.

I despise people who throw these kinds of feelings
around like they are nothing.
  I grew up in where my feelings never mattered.
It ******.

Feelings were twisted to achieve what he wanted.
  And all that really ******.
  So I don't write these things without carefully
considering how I really feel.

But with all that being said,
because I know how bad it hurts
to remain on the living end,
I feel stuck with no options.
And little hope.

What if this is all there is for me?  
This vacillating between flat and the place I'm in now.
It hurts almost as deeply as the **** done to me
that got me here in the first place.

When I wake up and it's disappointing
I know I'm not on the right track.
  But when I wake up, I go through the motions
while thinking the whole time
how everyone would be better off without me
that's when I know there is no faking my way out of this pit.

This morning I woke up a mess and as the day progressed so did the mess
I didn't feel safe alone and that scared the **** out of me.
All of my typical reasons for not hurting myself were not working
and that's when I knew I had to say something.

I called DT and made the other appropriate phone calls.
  I promised to be safe.
  And because I keep my promises I will do just that
be safe.

But what will "safe" cost me?  More disappointment... even more pain... devastated hope... an ever deepening loathe of my brokenness?
Or the worst; revealing just how weak I really am?  
I hate this and how unjust it feels.
If someone lives through abuse isn't that enough?
  That is the cruelest joke.

I'm so scared that this is as good as it gets.  I can tell myself to keep going.  To keep fighting.  To hope.  But I also have this nagging feeling that the joke is ultimately on me and I suddenly find myself very, very tired.  Sometimes all the self pep talks in the world
aren't enough to make this spinning descent stop.

Just a huge joke that stupid, miserable people
hold on to in an attempt to feel better.
What if that's all hope is?

What then?
Henry Chambers Aug 2014
Air pressure punches the inside of my ears
with a mechanical squeal,
brain flinches to bloodshot eyes.

Choke on this sluggish moment,
and drown in stale air caught
packed in a dense environment.

gasp

Air pumps come on-line.
A flood of oxygen rushes
into a deep breath.
Mind opens to wide eye accuracy.

Seven rows back a man wheezes.
His sad heartbeats struggle to pass.
He wont last long after we land.

Almost non-audible
anti-gravity magnets
confidently hum in rotation.
An effortless glide away from dock.

New tech has pollution in the past,
still the planet suffocates on its remains.
Floating machines filter toxic air

below

White flashes of air push us out to space.
Engines gurgle to life and guzzle
the deep frozen black atmosphere.

Stars stream together in flight.
Look back at the planet’s glow.

Lights flicker to fade through
the waves of a hungry acidic nebula.
Graveyard of the suns.

My shoulder tattoo from the old planet
glows through my sleeve.
Reflections ride across layers of glass.

She peeks at me through her curls
while I clean my weapon.
That wheezing man will be the first
to go.

© Henry Chambers
Sci Fi Poetry Series
just a girl Jul 2014
im alive
but i feel dead
im choking
on my own breath

im myself
but still someone else
deciding who to be
is a living hell

all  these thing
all this stuff
it ruins me
it fills me up

im burning down
i'm tearing up
just take it away
please... make it stop

*(c.m.h)
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