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tryhard Jan 20
my biggest fantasies involve
playing magician and assistant
make myself disappear into thin air
without an onlooking audience
to wonder why or how
explanations withheld
run off to nowhere
only to realize
nobody is chasing me
and the only thing i am running from
is myself
wanted to call this "drapetomania" but felt like it could be insensitive, so for now it's "untitled #3" until i find a more suitable title
Lost Nov 2019
Every where I go
I see blunt objects
Feel the urge
To rush forward
And crack
Smack
Bash
Smash
My eggshell head
Wide open
Right on my forehead
Displaying the dirt
The mud
The *****
Black sludge
In my cranium
In my core
I want to blast it out
Into the floor
My license is suspended right now. I can’t see my therapist. I can’t change my meds like I was planning to. I can clean my room and change things at home, but I know that I won’t.
SMS Jun 2019
I told myself I was different
I didn’t excessively bleed
No one could see anything
I was doing just fine.
To me cutting became expected.
For others it wasn’t okay, but for me?
Just a daily routine
As normal as brushing my teeth.
Habits
Amanda May 2019
I am afraid I'll be sad forever
Nothing brings out a smile
When I am down I often forget
It is only for a while
I am scared I'll never be fixed
My broken heart will never mend
When it's aching it feels like
Pain might not ever come to an end
I fear my instability
Urges to make a deep incision
Temporary emotions pushing me
Towards a permanent decision
Never make permanent choices based on temporary feelings
Aurianna Feb 2019
I am suffocating.
I can't get you out of my head,
please go away.
So I can go back to my simple life,
the one without your smile,
without your brilliant blue eyes,
without your voice.
Why would God put you in my life...
if it wasn't meant to work between us?
The thought of your shiny blonde hair,
your mouth sliding in and out of mine.
I can't breathe.
I stay high,
so I don't have to feel you right.
I'd have to say I'm addicted,
I should stay away.
But these urges I can't fight.
I can't breathe

I am suffocating
Alice Dec 2018
We all have a hunger
For more
Than what we have,
To be something we’re not

Not all itches are meant to be scratched
Madelynn Nieves Sep 2018
You make me want to kick and scream
Because I hate that I love you
and hate you all at the same time
Break the plaster
Shatter the dishes
Destroy the photos
Ensure there is no proof of us here
Because I believe now that love is a lie
A myth to get us all twisted
On reality and illusion
A trick to reel us in
When in truth it is a sin
The amount of destruction
That results from this word
Let’s start from this apartment
Then we’ll investigate the world
Love creates peace
But where does peace exist?
I’ve lost faith and I am petrified
Of what results from this loss of light
I punched a hole through the wall
And saw myself on the other side
A simple reflection
Terrifying when it comes through
Like a mirror
Existing in another dimension
Daniel Ruiz Sep 2018
this urge run through my veins,
making my heart beat,
like fuel,

but it hurts,
it hurts to know i can't do
what i want to do,

it simply hurts to know
i can think about you,
but not have you close to me at all,

it hurts to know,
that someday
we'll forget about each other,

it brings a tear to my eye,
that someday it will not hurt,
and this urge will be replaced.

i write about colliding stars,
about the moon,
the sun,
space,
feelings,
love in specific,

i write about all these things
but the urge to write about you
fuels me,
and keeps the metronome
of my beating heart
going.
guess it really wasn't my last
rai Aug 2018
ever get those words flowing into your head?

and you have this urge to write it down.

because you know if you don't,

it'll be lost forever into the abyss of your mind?

i get that a lot...

and i can' write it on my phone,

because i'd  miss that sound of my pen scratches through the rough paper.

and sometimes,

its the only sound i hear in this quiet room.
i can't wait to go home
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