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The ceiling is the first thing I see. No noise, just the realization that I'm..still here? I'm 17 and I've already built a world for myself, but in this house, that doesn't matter. I'm treated like a child who doesn't know any better, Stuck under the rules that ignore the person I actually am. The sequence of expectations. Get to school, chores, make it another day. It's not the work that's hard-I can handle it-- It's just the numbing rhythm of it... It's the background noise to a life that feels like it's on repeat. I'm moving through motions in a house full of people I truly love, but I am completely, utterly alone. I know what I need to do, The GED is out there like a door I'm supposed to walk through. I tell myself today is the day I'll start, Today is the day I'll make that move that changes everything. I have the goal, I have the vision, but when its time to act, I'm frozen. The weekend hits and the silence is heavy, I should be reaching for that better life, but instead, I drown, I sink into the vivid, bright world in my head because in there, I'm actually living. Out here, I'm just a sack of meat starring at the wall, watching my own time slip away while I stay perfectly still but Hey, there's a talent... Watching my life go by, wishing things could get better, setting approachable goals, but yet, I'm nothing but an open promise. It's a specific kind of hurt-- being old enough to have goals and a past, but being forced into a role that feels too small. I'm stuck in the gap between the person I know I am and the version of me they see. It's a long, quiet ache, I am aware of the waste, and still. I do nothing.
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Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC
Drowning in silence.
The ceiling is the first thing I see. No noise, just the realization that I'm..still here? I'm 17 and I've already built a world for myself, but in this house, that doesn't matter. I'm treated like a child who doesn't know any better, Stuck under the rules that ignore the person I actually am. The sequence of expectations. Get to school, chores, make it another day. It's not the work that's hard-I can handle it-- It's just the numbing rhythm of it... It's the background noise to a life that feels like it's on repeat. I'm moving through motions in a house full of people I truly love, but I am completely, utterly alone. I know what I need to do, The GED is out there like a door I'm supposed to walk through. I tell myself today is the day I'll start, Today is the day I'll make that move that changes everything. I have the goal, I have the vision, but when its time to act, I'm frozen. The weekend hits and the silence is heavy, I should be reaching for that better life, but instead, I drown, I sink into the vivid, bright world in my head because in there, I'm actually living. Out here, I'm just a sack of meat starring at the wall, watching my own time slip away while I stay perfectly still but Hey, there's a talent... Watching my life go by, wishing things could get better, setting approachable goals, but yet, I'm nothing but an open promise. It's a specific kind of hurt-- being old enough to have goals and a past, but being forced into a role that feels too small. I'm stuck in the gap between the person I know I am and the version of me they see. It's a long, quiet ache, I am aware of the waste, and still. I do nothing.
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Lately, my mind has been drifting away from reality Away from the harsh, cold horrors we are forced to bear Into a place inside my mind where I can create little, wonderful worlds Inside these little worlds, every dream I have ever dreamt can freely flourish They shape, and form, growing as they slowly start to take up the space inside my mind I don’t even notice it until my thoughts are entirely consumed by my fantasies And, at first, it feels beautiful I am no longer limited by reality and its painful truths that one must endure I play with my imaginary characters for hours on end, we dance and we play There’s nowhere else I would rather be besides here, as in my little worlds, I am truly free Or, is that actually the truth? I watch as other people, real people, move on throughout their lives whilst I do nothing I only spend my time with my little worlds now, no longer caring about my real friends or family I can’t do anything else besides daydream anymore, constantly seeking it as a way to escape I am now drowning in what I once thought was a wonderful thing but is now turning out to be a living hell Originally, I thought I had complete control over my little worlds I could shape out what I wanted it to be and play out what I wanted to happen Though, the truth was, these little worlds were actually controlling me It feels like I am paralyzed, unable to do anything I watch as time passes by and people pass by, whilst I remain It feels like I am in a prison inside of my own mind, how torturous it is I know that I have an entire life outside of my mind and no matter how much I wish or try to reach it, I always end up crawling back to the little worlds that have always brought me so much comfort And now over time, I have realised my little worlds inside my head were never a good thing They only existed to help me cope with how unhappy my current, real life was And, at the end of the day, even though I might feel free and happy in my little worlds, I will always be brought back to my same, cold, empty room where my fantasies completely shatter in the face of reality
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 1:12 PM UTC
Trapped Inside My Head: Maladaptive Daydreaming
Lately, my mind has been drifting away from reality Away from the harsh, cold horrors we are forced to bear Into a place inside my mind where I can create little, wonderful worlds Inside these little worlds, every dream I have ever dreamt can freely flourish They shape, and form, growing as they slowly start to take up the space inside my mind I don’t even notice it until my thoughts are entirely consumed by my fantasies And, at first, it feels beautiful I am no longer limited by reality and its painful truths that one must endure I play with my imaginary characters for hours on end, we dance and we play There’s nowhere else I would rather be besides here, as in my little worlds, I am truly free Or, is that actually the truth? I watch as other people, real people, move on throughout their lives whilst I do nothing I only spend my time with my little worlds now, no longer caring about my real friends or family I can’t do anything else besides daydream anymore, constantly seeking it as a way to escape I am now drowning in what I once thought was a wonderful thing but is now turning out to be a living hell Originally, I thought I had complete control over my little worlds I could shape out what I wanted it to be and play out what I wanted to happen Though, the truth was, these little worlds were actually controlling me It feels like I am paralyzed, unable to do anything I watch as time passes by and people pass by, whilst I remain It feels like I am in a prison inside of my own mind, how torturous it is I know that I have an entire life outside of my mind and no matter how much I wish or try to reach it, I always end up crawling back to the little worlds that have always brought me so much comfort And now over time, I have realised my little worlds inside my head were never a good thing They only existed to help me cope with how unhappy my current, real life was And, at the end of the day, even though I might feel free and happy in my little worlds, I will always be brought back to my same, cold, empty room where my fantasies completely shatter in the face of reality
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A whole world at my fingertips Mine to create and explore To fill with people and cultures To bloom from nothingness Mine to take care of Mine to destroy Mine to avenge Mine to protect Mine to adore I have sought love and found it a million times Lived happily-ever-afters for millennium I have crafted worlds where everything is perfect And worlds where it doesn't matter that it's not Boredom and loneliness are things of the past For in this place I have all that I need: A Home A dimension A grand adventure A sanctuary for my soul A place where I can finally belong I live two lives: My life there And my life here Here, in reality Dull, plain reality Where I am Cursed And love skillfully evades me Where my happily-ever-after taunts me just out of reach Where there is pain and danger But without the promise of love and adventure Sometimes I wish I could stay Stay in my world But I could never pick just one One Para or character to become Because I love them all One world to inhabit Because they are all so wonderful And good things wait for me On the other side of the Metamorphosis One day, everything will be great We will always Triumph Alii Semper Vincemus! And my worlds will always be there for me I will always have my power: to go wherever I please outside the realm of reality Someday, I'll share my power with the world But for now it is my sanctuary My one reprieve Nothing Can ever make me give it up
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Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:08 PM UTC
The magic of imagination
One, two, three, Steps as I Pace across the Hard, tile hall-way Making sure to keep beat. My feet thud softly in step with the music in my earbuds. My hands whirl with the music quickly. People are staring, but I don't notice, Because I am not pacing inside my head. In my brain, I am somewhere different and safe. I'm not pacing with the music; I AM the music. It seeps inside every part of my soul, heart, and being. I grin with pure excitement as I spin in another world.
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Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
Counting
Welcome to Wonderland! Alice looks around and decides she wants to stay a while. Inside her brain, she can be whatever she wants. Inside her brain, her pain no longer exists, and she is no longer Alice, but someone better. As she stares into space, she journeys deep inside her mind until she finds something new and entirely perfect. She found somewhere worth staying. As she developed this new world and her lovely characters, paras, she stayed for longer and longer and was never bored again. On the contrary, she was happy. Happier than she had ever been in reality. So she wondered to herself, Why Leave? But her Wonderland came at a price. Dissociation was her plague as she fought to stay present in what was once her reality. As returning to her body became harder and harder, Alice gave up trying to fight the daydreams as they crowded her mind, leaving room for nothing else. But it didn't matter. Because in Wonderland, Alice was content free loved. She belonged. She accepted her insanity as beautiful. And chose Wonderland as her home. Everyone warned her of its dangers. Tried to keep her in their nightmare reality. But Alice vowed to never turn back as she embraced her Wonderland
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Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 8:09 PM UTC
Welcome to Wonderland
I submerge myself In the unreal. I breathe it in Pretending it’s air. It fills my nose My mouth My lungs. Too lost in ecstasy To know I’m drowning. And when I break The surface It sends pins and needles Through my brain. So I sink back Slowly, just slowly Letting it envelop me The descent, a deadly comfort.
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Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC
break the surface
Isn't it messed up The way I only feel like somebody The only time I truly feel real Is when I'm someone else In a daydream that never ends The concept of me, of now Is so far and distant It echos from somewhere deep inside me Somewhere I can't find Somewhere I don't look How can I do or be what's expected of me When that person doesn't exist How can I be the perfect child When the only freedom I've ever known Is when I lock myself in my minds cage? How can I comfort someone When all I know are phantom hugs? How do I feel success When every accomplishment I've achieved Has never been enough? What future do I look to When all my dreams are trampled on By people who can't see what I do, but know better Why is life only worth living When I block it out with make-believe?
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Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 3:45 AM UTC
Worth living
I feel captive, hostage, trapped and bound Within the corners of my own mind Deep within my skin I feel like there  is no exit sign, no escape, no doors or windows But I feel so free Like I can be, do, see or say anything at all I push everything aside Tell my heart and mind that I don't feel a thing I turn my senses off and I escape I go where no one else can see I know people I've never met And I've been places no ones dreamt But I  can't help it I can't turn it off I can't escape when I dissociate I am a prisoner inside my mind I've been hurt and this is how I cope But I don't feel anything I only feel the feelings of someone I am not Someone I can never be I have memories of someone foreign living in my skin But I can't help it I need to leave, pause, reset and breath I can escape when I dissociate
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 8:24 PM UTC
Maladaptive Daydreaming
I want to take your hand walk together on the oceans shore till dusk hike along the mountainside to see the sunrise I don't want to be alone So I'll take you with me where I go I want to take your hand But it's not there for me All I have is the memory I don't want to be alone So i'll take it with me where I go I want to turn back time I'll make things right till there's no sorrow left I'll keep you captive in my dreams When I slip away inside my head I don't like to be alone So i'll keep you right here by my side I want to take your hand But it's not there for me All I have is make believe I don't want to be alone So I'll stay like this inside my mind I'm like a hostage in my skin All the feelings If I keep them deep within If I stay quiet like a doll Will you take my hand Will you stay like this by my side? I don't want to be alone So I'll treat my heart just like a stone All I have are memories of false realities I don't want to be alone So I'll treat myself just like a stone
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
Like a Stone
You only had to leave me alone. Leave me alone, Just go! I don't want you to go. I just want you to really be here with me, Except you can't be. And that means you should leave me. Don't go...
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Do/Don't Leave
I'm trying to stop Although kind of, I'm not. I might want to feel okay today, Reliving through ways, It's not harmful they say. Hiding in your mind until it's okay to come outside Just for a few seconds at a time, Yeah I'm sure you think that's fine. I daydream about living a normal life, Dramatic yes, but it's what I decide Even if I don't want it. I don't want someone I love most to die. Sometimes I wonder if I can do it, Stop it. No don't say that too, You don't understand it. If I want something like this falsity I'm immersed in Then I'll have to live outside of it. You think it's so easy, You think it's all right To keep it And no I won't give it up - That's not something that's possible, It's not something I'm capable truly to fight. Nothing is ever enough. I give myself what I want And what I would hate most: They are mixed together But if you wake up in my reality, Much of that you will not see.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
My Additction to Make-Believe
Take me where the sun shines so bright The shadows are gone But the light doesn't burn Take me where the breeze is speckled with laughter But not one chuckle is pretence Take me where I can run without being chased, Fly without falling And sing without crying. Take me. Please. It's Grey here.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
Grey
It hurts sometimes It screams inside Is this pain really mine? It clenches together in my insides Making me dream, wishing for a better time. I'll do just fine That's always my line. If something's not there You're supposed to bring yourself to it, But what can I seek when whatever I need ceases to exist out of my mind? They say my reckless head helps me, I tell myself I can use it to encourage myself, But still it hurts me all the same. You see, I use it to give what I haven't got It's of no use because it kills with a slightly stronger dose. I can try to forget It can't last long, Nothing's supposed to be pain free. However there's other things I just can't be bothered to feel, And if I almost do I just stop: Because they're not the most important; They don't come back day by day, Just to join me in the night. I never had a "daddy" to sing a lullaby. For years I didn't want one, Half convinced still I wasn't missing out, Yet now it's starting to hurt Then I realise I'll never find my soulmate. The percentage isn't in my favour, How could it ever be? How do you find your one person out of 7.5 billion? If I can't have a father, how could I get an eternal partner? Lacking strengthens my need, For that perfect guy in my head to love me. He's not here though, And he never will be, Tough as it is, I'll never be away from him. Lack creates need, tries to make up for things: This is how it feels when you can't fill either gap. Spaces are filled by made up places. Spaces are areas without meaning, Places are of meaning or association, unempty. The space is one half of a non-existing f a m i l y. My place is where I can have a future boyfriend made of better things. My reckless head Is supposed to give hope and safety, Shelter me from reality. My reckless head Don't they know it breaks me, To dream of things That can never be? Spaces are there. Places are put there. Needed Unwanted Despair Desired Anyone else there? Is there a difference that you see? All my minor sorrows seem the same to me.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
Spaces Filled by Made Up Places
It hurts sometimes It screams inside Is this pain really mine? It clenches together in my insides Making me dream, wishing for a better time. I'll do just fine That's always my line. If something's not there You're supposed to bring yourself to it, But what can I seek when whatever I need ceases to exist out of my mind? They say my reckless head helps me, I tell myself I can use it to encourage myself, But still it hurts me all the same. You see, I use it to give what I haven't got It's of no use because it kills with a slightly stronger dose. I can try to forget It can't last long, Nothing's supposed to be pain free. However there's other things I just can't be bothered to feel, And if I almost do I just stop: Because they're not the most important; They don't come back day by day, Just to join me in the night. I never had a "daddy" to sing a lullaby. For years I didn't want one, Half convinced still I wasn't missing out, Yet now it's starting to hurt Then I realise I'll never find my soulmate. The percentage isn't in my favour, How could it ever be? How do you find your one person out of 7.5 billion? If I can't have a father, how could I get an eternal partner? Lacking strengthens my need, For that perfect guy in my head to love me. He's not here though, And he never will be, Tough as it is, I'll never be away from him. Lack creates need, tries to make up for things: This is how it feels when you can't fill either gap. Spaces are filled by made up places. Spaces are areas without meaning, Places are of meaning or association, unempty. The space is one half of a non-existing f a m i l y. My place is where I can have a future boyfriend made of better things. My reckless head Is supposed to give hope and safety, Shelter me from reality. My reckless head Don't they know it breaks me, To dream of things That can never be? Spaces are there. Places are put there. Needed Unwanted Despair Desired Anyone else there? Is there a difference that you see? All my minor sorrows seem the same to me.
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Those demonic thoughts and feelings Were suffocating me in bed last night. I tried to bring you back to me And told you never to go, I whimpered that you can never leave me. The only problem is that you were never there Because you only exist in my maladaptive daydreams.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
Untitled 27/4/16
Inside me something's screaming. No, I'm screaming. It's telling me I'm insane. It's telling me to stop. To change and act normal. I'll try to distract myself, But really I'm not. It's still there. The abnormal me is still there. Suddenly I've found there's a word. I'm pretty sure it fits. I'm not sure that I'm not even more outrageous, But just trying to make the wrong puzzle piece fit. Wanting to continue, But wanting it to end. I want to live my life. Not be buried in this made up mess. My made up mess. Skylar Grey says "you can't haunt me" Well this already is. I'd love to say I won't let you in, I will win, But that's not what I'm doing. It's comfort and pain. At least I know it's real. That I'm not the only one. However I'm still stuck here like this. Would I rather be numb? In the articles I read: "Sometimes painfully aware." Yeah, it's really painful right now. Because I know that I'm imagining, And that's not what people do. I've always tried to prove I'm normal. Now it feels as if the whole world has slapped me in the face. Repeatedly. And this won't be the end. They'll find more things to bother me with. And I'm just not meant to care! You could say this is getting interesting, But I'm not sure what else the world could have to share; About "me". Well they clearly don't know anything. That's what I hope. It's also what I know is false.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Another Added Curse
Monsters crawl in the dark crevices in my brain. Let me go! Leave! I'm so tired! Do you know what it's like reader? Your eyes scan these words but do you understand? Young girl, boy, old woman, man, do you? I wish I knew if you could relate. Do you know what it's like to exist in a world that doesn't exist. The real world is just outside but I can't escape my own. Monsters are everywhere. Seeping in, scratching at my door. I let them in every time. They simply tell me to. I can't escape.. I want all thoughts to leave my mind and let me be. I want to go back and not be so alone. I felt so alone. That is why I created the monsters. Only to keep me company. I was a lonely child. Everyday I would wake alone. Every night I would sleep alone. I was alone. I was a lonely child. Loneliness in turn raised me. It nurtured the monsters. The monsters shaped me. I wish I could go back and not be alone. Loneliness is deadly. I was lonely for too long. I was lonely for too long.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Tired