#lostinmymind - Hello Poetry

Lost in my mind. Only way life seems real. It's so hard being tough when tough is all you've ever been. No excuses. I played my hands like **** But as long as I'm at the table imma try my best to win. Life's hard for everyone. No one escapes that truth. But for some the scars are so deep they penetrate straight through. Silent tongues hold back tidal waves of feelings *No lifeguard. Afraid they'll never be treated fairly and true. Lost in my mind. Only way life seems real.u

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Nov 21, 2017

Nov 21, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC

timothy-michael-jacobs

Freestyle*No Edit #1

Lost in my mind. Only way life seems real. It's so hard being tough when tough is all you've ever been. No excuses. I played my hands like **** But as long as I'm at the table imma try my best to win. Life's hard for everyone. No one escapes that truth. But for some the scars are so deep they penetrate straight through. Silent tongues hold back tidal waves of feelings *No lifeguard. Afraid they'll never be treated fairly and true. Lost in my mind. Only way life seems real.u

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|F*** Fake Friends| Use and abuse. I been through worse. This is why I am the Dark Arts Master. Better people done me worse, so on any spectrum Why consider you as a factor? It's just the beginning, cannot promise you a graceful, happily ever after! IT'S MY STORY.... I'll continue with Or without you too! All my days ones Had problems, since day 2 **** all you put me through. Oh, so it's my fault?! For my love being too true?! Would I've been a first call or last decision? I am too old school to trust anything new. Should have trust my intuition. You act like I have nothing to lose! Isaiah don't try everything You see your parents do. I be stressing... On how to make this world Safer for you! No victory lasts forever.. This is not, the way I want to win! **** that and your fakeness. If this reaches out to you. This ain't no slick diss. On the contrary, I can be cold blooded but most of you be on the snake **** Never, have I ever been betrayed, by makings of paper and pen. This is why, I hardly trust any friends! Burned it out of existence. Trying to make offerings for zen. Too late to change it back. I am not putting myself Through that again. **** fake **** A lot of you, play a role where you like to pretend! So, run that. Run this. If I left now What would you miss? Before, I deal with fake love. Rather be hated, by everybody like I am Chris. So **** you. **** You. **** YOU. **** that **** this... If it was up to me. I would be like our friendship that never exist!!

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Jan 24, 2021

Jan 24, 2021 at 1:43 PM UTC

Descovia

F.F.F (F*** Fake Friends)

|F*** Fake Friends| Use and abuse. I been through worse. This is why I am the Dark Arts Master. Better people done me worse, so on any spectrum Why consider you as a factor? It's just the beginning, cannot promise you a graceful, happily ever after! IT'S MY STORY.... I'll continue with Or without you too! All my days ones Had problems, since day 2 **** all you put me through. Oh, so it's my fault?! For my love being too true?! Would I've been a first call or last decision? I am too old school to trust anything new. Should have trust my intuition. You act like I have nothing to lose! Isaiah don't try everything You see your parents do. I be stressing... On how to make this world Safer for you! No victory lasts forever.. This is not, the way I want to win! **** that and your fakeness. If this reaches out to you. This ain't no slick diss. On the contrary, I can be cold blooded but most of you be on the snake **** Never, have I ever been betrayed, by makings of paper and pen. This is why, I hardly trust any friends! Burned it out of existence. Trying to make offerings for zen. Too late to change it back. I am not putting myself Through that again. **** fake **** A lot of you, play a role where you like to pretend! So, run that. Run this. If I left now What would you miss? Before, I deal with fake love. Rather be hated, by everybody like I am Chris. So **** you. **** You. **** YOU. **** that **** this... If it was up to me. I would be like our friendship that never exist!!

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I don’t know how to write. I have no finesse, I don’t understand the rules I’m pretty sure I used that comma wrong. I never amounted to anything. I don’t know… no I know my being too self aware put me here. There’s something about walking a line that keeps you balanced but I tipped to far over to one side. My mind is going. I can feel it. I’m not sure if I detached too hard or if my mind is just really giving up. My mind feels silent and noisy all at once. I know I’m confused but I don’t want to take the time to figure it out. Am I an imposter? Is any of this real? Why do I feel like I am floating but not in a good way. Is there even a good way to float. I feel high even when I am not. I have so much to say but no voice. Even if I had something to say is it important. Is it the sickness I now carry? Is it eating away at my brain? My motor function skills are loose and unsure. I used to be so confident and steady fast in these things. Is this man made or has it always been around: Am I over diagnosed? Is it this or is it that? Is it still too taboo to talk about? Does my anxiety and fibro make you uncomfortable? That’s funny because it REALLY makes me uncomfortable. Depression is real. Anxiety is real. It’s all real. Can’t be explained only experienced. Maybe you don’t like it. Maybe it’s too negative. Well it’s my life. It’s my reality. I’m not sorry if it interrupts your day just block me. Where is my brain. It’s almost gone.

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Feb 27, 2025

Feb 27, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC

Vanzy

Out of Body

I don’t know how to write. I have no finesse, I don’t understand the rules I’m pretty sure I used that comma wrong. I never amounted to anything. I don’t know… no I know my being too self aware put me here. There’s something about walking a line that keeps you balanced but I tipped to far over to one side. My mind is going. I can feel it. I’m not sure if I detached too hard or if my mind is just really giving up. My mind feels silent and noisy all at once. I know I’m confused but I don’t want to take the time to figure it out. Am I an imposter? Is any of this real? Why do I feel like I am floating but not in a good way. Is there even a good way to float. I feel high even when I am not. I have so much to say but no voice. Even if I had something to say is it important. Is it the sickness I now carry? Is it eating away at my brain? My motor function skills are loose and unsure. I used to be so confident and steady fast in these things. Is this man made or has it always been around: Am I over diagnosed? Is it this or is it that? Is it still too taboo to talk about? Does my anxiety and fibro make you uncomfortable? That’s funny because it REALLY makes me uncomfortable. Depression is real. Anxiety is real. It’s all real. Can’t be explained only experienced. Maybe you don’t like it. Maybe it’s too negative. Well it’s my life. It’s my reality. I’m not sorry if it interrupts your day just block me. Where is my brain. It’s almost gone.

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I wake up and the edges of myself feel thin, as if I might fray and drift away at any moment. The world is close and far at the same time, like I’m looking through a window smeared with yesterday’s fingerprints. I remember things and then forget them again, small moments slipping out of my hands before I even know they were mine. Faces arrive, familiar but distant, voices echoing like they belong to someone else, laughter sounding like a sound I once knew but can’t claim. Time moves around me in crooked lines, and I stumble through days that feel borrowed, trying to find solid ground in a mind that refuses to hold still. There are sparks that cut through the fog—a song, a smell, a fleeting thought—but they vanish before I can hold them, leaving only the memory of something I never fully touched. And through it all, I keep moving, keep breathing, pretending the gaps don’t exist, even as I feel myself split into fragments, chasing pieces I can’t name, lost in the weight of a body and mind that sometimes feel not entirely my own.

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Nov 21, 2025

Nov 21, 2025 at 1:01 PM UTC

writtenbyjulia

Lypophrenia

I wake up and the edges of myself feel thin, as if I might fray and drift away at any moment. The world is close and far at the same time, like I’m looking through a window smeared with yesterday’s fingerprints. I remember things and then forget them again, small moments slipping out of my hands before I even know they were mine. Faces arrive, familiar but distant, voices echoing like they belong to someone else, laughter sounding like a sound I once knew but can’t claim. Time moves around me in crooked lines, and I stumble through days that feel borrowed, trying to find solid ground in a mind that refuses to hold still. There are sparks that cut through the fog—a song, a smell, a fleeting thought—but they vanish before I can hold them, leaving only the memory of something I never fully touched. And through it all, I keep moving, keep breathing, pretending the gaps don’t exist, even as I feel myself split into fragments, chasing pieces I can’t name, lost in the weight of a body and mind that sometimes feel not entirely my own.

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