#pleasehelpme
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 2:52 PM UTC
Happiness is everywhere. It goes to people who deserve it. I see it everywhere. In peoples faces, their actions and the way they talk. But why can’t I be happy. Why does it have to be like a storm that goes around a town or a city. How do people do it? How do people find someone that makes them happy? And then hold onto them. What do they have that I don’t? A will to live, self-esteem, someone that loves and cares about them. Why can’t I be happy?
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
old habits approach me like dealers
in the darkness. their faces hidden by shadow,
their intentions vivid as they whisper
wonderful promises of release,
of escape and of freedom.
i tell them no, push them away,
i attempt to stray towards the light.
they grab my wrist and spin me around,
holding tight as they look me in they eyes
and whisper "you're not going anywhere".
i try to hold out, but the fear is building
up inside, and i'm not sure if i am strong enough
to fight back, to win this constant battle.
i want to scream for help, i want to cry out
in desperation, but i am drowning.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
i share my body,
i share my mind,
i don't have privacy
from the person inside.
she's a demon,
a ***** to the core,
she forces bad thoughts
and a whole lot more.
it's a a constant struggle,
it's always a fight,
sometimes i wish she'd go
but mostly at night.
i don't want her inside,
i just want to be free,
i'm tired of her ruining everything,
i just want to be me.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
it's a constant thought that i can't get out.
i want it to stop screaming out, filling my mind
at every waking moment, suffocating me
and stealing the good moments.
it won't stop. i want to think about life,
about my life, and my life with him. i don't
want the constant thought of what
everyone's lives would be like if i killed myself.
i know that it's because of the recent death,
but i'm afraid that deep down it's jealousy.
who am i to be jealous of a dead man who just
wanted life but was served death?
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
I could end it all;
Right here, right now.
I'm home alone,
And I shouldn't be.
I'm dangerous.
I'm ugly.
I'm stupid.
I'm an addict.
I'm awful.
They shouldn't have left
Me all alone with my thoughts.
Because my thoughts
May just get the best of me.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
hello.
my name is Catherine but I go by cat.
I make videos, and help out a lot with audio for others,
but I have never recorder one of my own poems.
So, this sounds kinda odd,
But I'd love it if someone could maybe help me find a few good poems,
That I wrote,
To record and upload.
Just audio for now,
I'd also be very open to those ideas for an actual video to go with it,
but I'd like for people to of helped from this site,
And I'll give credit-shout outs,
to everyone who helped,
even in a little way.
Thank you.
-Cat c: :3
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
What is anxiety?
Is it but a name of an illness?
Am I it's proprietary?
If so how could anyone miss?;
All that goes on with me?
Can they not see?
My beating heart wanting to escape,
This doomly fate,
That is only but in my head,
As my horrors I have fed:
With my hopes and all my dreams,
It's what it seems.
Why can't others see the breath stuck mid chest,
Do I seriously look like the rest?
Breathing happily,
Carelessly?
Can't you see?;
This thing suffocating me?!
It doesn't even stop there,
As it covers my blank stare,
So nobody notices,
That it's main torture is;
Through using my own mind to drive myself insane.
And from this there is absolutely nothing to gain,
But hurt sadness and pain,
Making my existence nothing more important than a stain.
Why can't you see?
Why can't you help me...?
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC