#getmeout
Do i want to live or be functional?
i'm tired of waking up with a pit
In my stomach but the
Dull pain feels better than nothing
So i’ll spend my days in front of
Eyes that don’t feel
Listening to scripted thoughts
And i don’t want my medicine to kick in
Can i lay in knowing and not **** myself?
I’ll sip something to fill my physical emptiness
My tongue will take every drop with hate
I got an app to remind me to take my medicine
The hills are calling with their eyes and
I want to lay and lay with your hands
I wish you understood me the way i long for
I wish you wanted to
I’m not functional.
I feel the chaos in my bloodstream enough to
Keep me alive and shaking
As my fingertips run across my legs
Oh, god left me so long ago
Stranded to deal with everything myself
Will the mountains save me?
Hold me in it’s arms and communicate to me
That i can be ok?
Will the ocean stir and boil when
My feet touch the edge?
Can the trees of metal lift me,
Like a bird let me see the city,
Fill me with a sense of comfortability?
I can’t do what i’m supposed to
And i can’t do what’s good for me
I don’t think there’s anything that could
Make me or enable me to do so.
And **** you for hearing my words and
Blinking, not trying to make a difference.
**** everything that is still.
I live in a north river
And my body whips with the current
And i reach for the rocky land on the side
Cut my hands on the points
So i collapse into the water again
Filling the nose and mouth with salt
And disgust and the water isn’t
Pure and clear blue anymore.
i keep grabbing for more litter
To make myself comfortable with.
It never works.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
i wish that i still dreamt
because then i could escape the reality
that i dread so much
dream (/drēm/) :
1. an alternate reality created by our
subconscious minds to satisfy our
greatest and deepest desires
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
The river is right behind my house
In case I can't find another way out
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
So many people all around,
I'm crowded in this space;
Noises, voices, endless choices,
Mind starts to erase.
Walls start closing in on me,
I'm trapped inside this place;
Cries, surprise, I realize,
I'm just another face.
Get me out, let me go,
My blood begins to race;
Shining, pining, no declining,
Breaking out with no disgrace.
The box they put me in is gone,
I'm a circle in this square place;
Blinding, finding more, reminding
The trapped to find escape.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC