#compression - Hello Poetry

Depression Compression WHY IS IT PUSHING DOWN ON ME? Crushing dreams, Pushing schemes, and interjecting through my tear-jerked pleas. They are the constant reminders of detached lies and the sacrilegious ties that choke me out. Lying flat on the ground, rambling on with unsettling doubt. Mumm, the angst of it all, cultivating fields like envelopes collapsing, it becomes too heavy of a mist to see through. Suddenly, I am relapsing. Not long ago, I became the sleepless, dried up tears caked upon my cheek, yet smiling inside a distant scheme, I sank further on this whimsical thrill and seek. One sip, swallow, two sips, then more, my psychiatrist kept prescribing them, the hieroglyphs carved on the crypt's call, folded in half, inside the traitor's fall. Talking to four walls and an empty chair, my therapist kept on the chatting, repeated verbiage and phrases with no empathic reasoning, silence became my sanctum and my mind's own seasoning

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2d ago

Jun 1, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC

silent-screams

Depression Compression

Depression Compression WHY IS IT PUSHING DOWN ON ME? Crushing dreams, Pushing schemes, and interjecting through my tear-jerked pleas. They are the constant reminders of detached lies and the sacrilegious ties that choke me out. Lying flat on the ground, rambling on with unsettling doubt. Mumm, the angst of it all, cultivating fields like envelopes collapsing, it becomes too heavy of a mist to see through. Suddenly, I am relapsing. Not long ago, I became the sleepless, dried up tears caked upon my cheek, yet smiling inside a distant scheme, I sank further on this whimsical thrill and seek. One sip, swallow, two sips, then more, my psychiatrist kept prescribing them, the hieroglyphs carved on the crypt's call, folded in half, inside the traitor's fall. Talking to four walls and an empty chair, my therapist kept on the chatting, repeated verbiage and phrases with no empathic reasoning, silence became my sanctum and my mind's own seasoning

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yes. to escape the compression of my identity, my voice, my freedom. this compression is restricting my breath. I'm at 1% now. all I want is to breathe without the trauma coursing through my body - to stay away from the physical embodiment of my pain - to confide in certain people without being blamed, minimized, invalidated, shut down, or told off. I don't know if the last dream will come true. but i'm waiting for the day when the other ones do. that day will be written in my history. but for now, the hope keeps me going.

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC

soulmusings

any dreams?

yes. to escape the compression of my identity, my voice, my freedom. this compression is restricting my breath. I'm at 1% now. all I want is to breathe without the trauma coursing through my body - to stay away from the physical embodiment of my pain - to confide in certain people without being blamed, minimized, invalidated, shut down, or told off. I don't know if the last dream will come true. but i'm waiting for the day when the other ones do. that day will be written in my history. but for now, the hope keeps me going.

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Tonight it was like the pressure From the entire week crescendoed Into a single moment. My emotions have been bottled, My fires have been quenched, But tonight I felt as though All of that careful containment Was going to be undone. I was about to unleash All of that fiery passion, Until a bucket of ice water Was poured onto my head, And fifty pounds of Compressed-emotions were Pumped into my soul. There they will stay Until you take them away.

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Jun 30, 2016

Jun 30, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC

austin-bauer

Compression

Tonight it was like the pressure From the entire week crescendoed Into a single moment. My emotions have been bottled, My fires have been quenched, But tonight I felt as though All of that careful containment Was going to be undone. I was about to unleash All of that fiery passion, Until a bucket of ice water Was poured onto my head, And fifty pounds of Compressed-emotions were Pumped into my soul. There they will stay Until you take them away.

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