#choppy
I question myself and reality.
Finding the worst possible outcome, then a hundred more.
When I feel safe, but then startled, I panic.
I go through the list, I made, of good things…
But, I can’t make any of the words out.
Nor can I speak, But I CAN scream.
I can kick, punch, and bite!
…Because I feel threatened!?
Oxygen fills my lungs.
Only to come out in Erratic, Choppy, Panting breaths.
I pull on my skin, to make sure it’s still there.
The others only give me a migraine.
And, I’ve only been here maybe… ten minutes.
But it felt like a LIFETIME.
& then I die, only to be born again…
& again.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
I can't drown my demons
They know how to swim
I keep putting myself in these situations
My heart can only be broken so many times
Shattered
Over & over
This is a **** poem
I shouldn't have written it
My world is crashing down
Lungs are collapsing
Air is scarce
Drowning
No friends
This is choppy
Rumors
This is my mind
s.j.d
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
choppy music consistent in my ears
water boiling in my chest
the steam makes my eyes water
the bubbles pop to the rhythm of a song
scalding
a reminder of how much the skin around my neck hurts when i think of you
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
We-I am so silly clinging
To that little bit of control
When out of place
Out of shape SO annoying
In my face
I HAte it
It has to be RIGHT
or it could be WrOng but I say
It’s right so it’s Right
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
you've never truly cried until
it becomes difficult for you to breathe,
and crying becomes so
normal,
it's now part of your daily routine
that is, if you can drag yourself out of the prison that is your bed,
to even form a "normal routine"
your body is empty and never seems to be filled
you are emptiness, a neverending pit,
and you wish that
it could just be
*******
different
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC