#dpd - Hello Poetry

today is a Gone day the kind of day where i can't see past the blood on my fingertips the kind of day where standing up or thinking too long makes my chest ache today the world outside my thoughts is cloudy and irrelevant i want to sleep but my head is too loud i can't even speak over the deafening sounds those wretched voices reminding me that i'll never be enough today I can't leave my room reality slips under me and i'm in a Gone world my senses evaporate and i'm left in my head, alone, again today will disappear from my memory in the stream of coming days it's already starting to slip away one moment, and it's Gone.

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Mar 27, 2020

Mar 27, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC

wintergirl

Gone days

today is a Gone day the kind of day where i can't see past the blood on my fingertips the kind of day where standing up or thinking too long makes my chest ache today the world outside my thoughts is cloudy and irrelevant i want to sleep but my head is too loud i can't even speak over the deafening sounds those wretched voices reminding me that i'll never be enough today I can't leave my room reality slips under me and i'm in a Gone world my senses evaporate and i'm left in my head, alone, again today will disappear from my memory in the stream of coming days it's already starting to slip away one moment, and it's Gone.

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When you feel darkness creeping up on you and demons settling in you should push them away with all your might Because if you give in they will haunt you all day and night They will try and scare you any chance they get When the demon named depression starts whispering in your ear I advise you to ignore every word no matter how taunting When the demon named anxiety starts telling you stories to doubt every turn you take, anything you say, remind yourself they are just stories If a demon named DPD starts telling you you're worthless unless someone is with you don't listen and remind yourself that what makes you worth it is you and not others So no matter what never listen to the demons that may sneak up on you and don't take any steps into darkness because it is hell to try and get out.

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Apr 3, 2018

Apr 3, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC

Pand6girl

Darkness

When you feel darkness creeping up on you and demons settling in you should push them away with all your might Because if you give in they will haunt you all day and night They will try and scare you any chance they get When the demon named depression starts whispering in your ear I advise you to ignore every word no matter how taunting When the demon named anxiety starts telling you stories to doubt every turn you take, anything you say, remind yourself they are just stories If a demon named DPD starts telling you you're worthless unless someone is with you don't listen and remind yourself that what makes you worth it is you and not others So no matter what never listen to the demons that may sneak up on you and don't take any steps into darkness because it is hell to try and get out.

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i fear that when i love it is far to much like a vine. always longing to cling and unable to grow alone feeding off the sap of another deteriorating any of my host trees competing for their light heavily vine laden trees grow more slowly produce fewer seeds less fruit and due to their deteriorative effects on trees most people seem to advocate the removal of vines. i fear that when i love it is far too parasitic.

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC

sofiahoefiglyster

liana

i fear that when i love it is far to much like a vine. always longing to cling and unable to grow alone feeding off the sap of another deteriorating any of my host trees competing for their light heavily vine laden trees grow more slowly produce fewer seeds less fruit and due to their deteriorative effects on trees most people seem to advocate the removal of vines. i fear that when i love it is far too parasitic.

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arms rip away at this skeletal heart without question: a useless muscle that means nothing to me if i can't hold you. open up your eyes, beloved. just because i'm dead doesn’t mean i can’t love you in this bed during the night. for today imagine that this is mutual. that i am not a ghost and you are not bound to sunsets with men that don’t share my exact eye color. let me lie to you. explain that i don't ********** to shadows ******* anymore, cross my heart and hope to die. (i hope you remember that a heart can beat and still long for grave-sites). i know this isn’t a coffin because i am burning and you are always here at my side. pull me up from this necrophiliac-night-club and we'll go on as if you've never found those maggots in my sock drawer. i promise.

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC

opheliaswims

apathy for the thunderous-hearts

arms rip away at this skeletal heart without question: a useless muscle that means nothing to me if i can't hold you. open up your eyes, beloved. just because i'm dead doesn’t mean i can’t love you in this bed during the night. for today imagine that this is mutual. that i am not a ghost and you are not bound to sunsets with men that don’t share my exact eye color. let me lie to you. explain that i don't ********** to shadows ******* anymore, cross my heart and hope to die. (i hope you remember that a heart can beat and still long for grave-sites). i know this isn’t a coffin because i am burning and you are always here at my side. pull me up from this necrophiliac-night-club and we'll go on as if you've never found those maggots in my sock drawer. i promise.

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