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‪Ever felt so emotionally drained that you just... can’t?‬

‪• can’t cry, ‬
‪•can’t sleep, ‬
‪•can’t think, ‬
‪•can’t focus, ‬
‪•can nothing.‬



‪You simply

Can’t.‬
tanisha May 2020
Self destruction is soul obstruction
thinking a perfect building needs construction
turning negative thoughts into a institution
self loathing in every discussion
the funniest thing is,
there is no solution
Anton Dec 2019
I love Pain and the way it makes people feel,
I love how tender and mild it is at first,
I love how annoying it is sometimes,
I love how excruciating and unbearable it is other times,
I love how indescribable and profound it is, leaving us clueless,
I love how irritating and troublesome it can be,
I love how it brings us discomfort and agony,
I love how tormenting punishing it makes us most of the time,
I love how tiring it is yet also satisfying,
I love how piercing it is that it spreads into us physically and mentally,
I love how it's scary intermittent it can become,
I love how miserable and dreadful it makes one person,
after the very long sickening and exhausting feeling
it will always leave us
empty.
sushii Sep 2019
When you’re little, everyone thinks you’re special...
When you’re twenty, everyone thinks you’re promising...
And when you’re dead, everyone will love you.

Do you see yourself as successful?
Beautiful?
Charming, even?

Well, I see you dead in a bathtub...
Surrounded by drug paraphernalia.
I see your mother crying for you...
Syringe in her arm to take away pain.

Do you see yourself as a failure?
Disgusting?
Horrid, even?

Why, don’t think of yourself that way...
You’ll be alright.
There is no storm...
Just calm, just the eye...

When you’re little, they beat you.
When you’re twenty, you’re hopeless.
And when you’re dead, you’re saved.

Is the drive boring?
Tiring?
Numbing, even?

It’s okay, just fall asleep...
You’re not responsible anyway.
It’s fine, go to sleep...
You’ll be unresponsive, anyway.

When you’re low, it’s blue.
When you’re high, it’s full.
When you’re dead, you’ll finally be numb.
unnamed May 2019
Ever since I was a little girl, I had always wanted to be pretty. To be a beautiful princess, a tall and irresistible super model, the gorgeous actress of a telenovela, or the weather girl that always looks fantastic, even though that's not really the purpose of her job.
Laughing, dreaming, and playing silly games. All that to grow up in a society where they DEMAND YOU to be pretty because if you aren't, you'll never be good enough. In a society where you are judged by your looks and not by your skills, where you are treated as a ****** object.
I didn't mean that when I said I wanted to be pretty!
Being catcalled, sexually and psychologically  harassed, **** attempts... and the list continues.
Everytime, going out with fear, dressing as covered as possible, crossing to the other side of the street and being forced to be extremely prejudiced with people, because you never know if you are going to be the next victim.
I DON'T WANNA BE PRETTY ANYMORE.
I wanna be smart, capable, kind, loving, respectful, honest, funny, creative, generous, strong, loyal, determined, humble...
But above all, I wanna be
RESPECTED FOR WHO I AM.
I'm not a poet or a writer. Just a really tired person. Sorry if I ****.
vera Mar 2019
On the drive back home i tried to make sense of your presence
You weren't here or there or anywhere
But i could still hear your lingering footsteps pacing past my door
The uneven rhythm of pounding against the floor

thud THUD THUD thud thUD

Were you trying to control your demons?
Or at least trying to keep them at bay?

I could hear your footsteps getting louder and louder AND LOUDER
UNTIL IT FELT AS IF MY HEAD WERE TO EXPLODE
But then you would constrict your muscles using every last ounce of power
To stop yourself from moving

You weren't here or there or anywhere
Except for my imagination
- living with a schizophrenic
tobi Jul 2018
i envy those who do not feel so hard
or think too deeply
because **** this **** is exhausting
trying to find the perfect words
or trying to find the reason for everything
i’m tired
Carolina Jun 2018
I try to find something but nothing's there.
I try to talk but my mouth's stitched.
I try to walk but I have no feet.
I try to crawl but I have no energy.
I try to move but I'm boneless meat.
I try to feel but I am machine.

And no one notices.
Or worse... No one cares.
Colm May 2018
Having children of my own, somewhere, someday...
Will be to me, the most phenomenal distraction from self which could ever be...
Because what else will you have to live for (besides faith obviously) when you're 50-60?
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