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Luna Lynn Apr 2014
something has to be better
just has to be
what a life to live to always be in pain
what a life to live to never be free
popping pills to end the misery
but in reality it never ends
soon pleasure becomes a stranger
and pain becomes your friend
Living with a chronic illness *****.. the fight never ends.

(C) Maxwell 2014
Megan May Apr 2014
I think it's easier for people to feel sympathy for others when their ailments are tangible, physical. We've all felt aches and pains before. It's much harder to find sympathy when another person's sickness is trapped inside their mind. It makes it seem as if they have control over what is going on inside their heads; I can control my thoughts, why can't you?? But it isn't that way at all. It's not really the victim's mind speaking to them, it's the demons that reside in the dark corners of their thoughts, thieves that come to steal away happiness in the middle of the night. They can't control these demons, so they try to let them out by painting their skin red. Even though their emotions have now entered the realm of the physical, most people still don't understand. They don't understand how someone could hate themselves so much that they would run a blade over their own skin in an attempt to right their wrongs. They don't understand that in those moments, the demons are in control. And there's no telling what they will do. Many people cannot wrap their minds around a concept such as this, but I dare you to try. Tear down the walls of your sheltered little life and see if you can survive one night in her hell. I bet you wouldn't. The mind is the most powerful muscle in the body, why can't people understand that it's fated to take the biggest hit??
There's hope for you yet!! :)
Jaanam Jaswani Sep 2013
Here comes the days of craving tasteless food
To dip biscuits in tea by your bed
Today I'm the exact opposite of a *****
Groans and hmms and spitting red

Oh, but wait, my nose unblocked
I breathe with both nostrils now
The movie I just watched totally rocked
I feel like sleeping again, but how?

Toss and turn, take a pill
Blowing my nose some more
Cough drops? No, I've got nil
****, my throat will stay sore
WCA Apr 2014
I love -
The way your tired eyes whispered,
As if to apologise for the cowardice of the tongue.
I love -
The twists and turns of your sleeps,
And the way your skin finds mine in the darkness.
(The proximity of your heart).
I love -
The dangerousness and menace of your touch,
And how I wear it on my lips for days.
I love -
The sorrow that dances in your wake,
Your partner in crime.
Your presence in my sadness.
(The way you linger in my skin).
-

(I am forever haunted by all the space I must live in without you).
Austin Heath Apr 2014
If you have enemies.

If you live in a constant state of fear,

or you live in fear of state.

One day you wake up and realize

nothing you were promised was delivered

and resent the wealth of the few.

Sleep with the lights on.

If you live in fear of guns because

you don’t fit the status quo.

Sometimes you have fits of anxiety,

and other times you have sudden

jumps in identity and everything

makes sense because you’ve

stopped trying to analyze the chaos.

Start searching again.

Sleep with the lights on.

If you can’t breathe and can’t accept

that this is happening, although ****,

it’s so real, and all the pain feels real,

and the hunger feels real,

and the sickness feels real,

and you may sleep many days at a time to forget.

Sleep with the lights on.
Ellen Joyce Nov 2013
The crack across the glass screen calling time
Chimes out the screeching to a halt.
A full stop.
The end
of another
fallen
friend.
Sweet suicide?
I call it the theft, that left my heart bereft
My life without the shape and texture of a love
That only one could give.
And a pain that can never be soothed
And a wound that can never be healed
And a reality that was never more clear than in these times
In the lingering of this tongue on trite futile lines
Because these acts that took those lives from mine
are the smorgasbord from which I will commit my crime.
And the days will be numerous between this day and then
But the measure of life, is when I say when.
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