#stressing - Hello Poetry

what if? what if all this studying crying stressing trying is for nothing? what if? what if i cant do it i crack in the real thing i just fall apart how will i know? i doubt everything every little move every little decision what if it is not enough?

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Oct 25, 2020

Oct 25, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC

bleedingriver

october 25 2020

what if? what if all this studying crying stressing trying is for nothing? what if? what if i cant do it i crack in the real thing i just fall apart how will i know? i doubt everything every little move every little decision what if it is not enough?

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my mind is a board game my feelings are like the dice ready to be tossed and in the end, i feel though i have lost

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC

hcccc

4:10 PM

my mind is a board game my feelings are like the dice ready to be tossed and in the end, i feel though i have lost

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Faux happiness bursts through my internal seams. The truth will be revealed.

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Nov 22, 2017

Nov 22, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC

morgan-moffitt

Un-Happiness

Faux happiness bursts through my internal seams. The truth will be revealed.

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I woke up this morning. Then I went back to sleep. Twenty minutes past my alarm, I realized that public education has been ranked as something mildly important, so I got out of bed and dressed myself in the clothing that I had picked out the night before - varying shades of grey. Not fifty. I'd say about four.

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May 11, 2017

May 11, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC

ryrosaur

Today's A Day In Which I Feel Like Doing Nothing

I woke up this morning. Then I went back to sleep. Twenty minutes past my alarm, I realized that public education has been ranked as something mildly important, so I got out of bed and dressed myself in the clothing that I had picked out the night before - varying shades of grey. Not fifty. I'd say about four.

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It always seems to happen at night. It's been lingering around all day, but no action was taken until tonight. I could feel it creeping up the side of my bed, cold and empty, I felt it slowly take hold of me. I could no longer breathe properly, and my chest felt as if it was being crushed. Tears found their way out of my eyes and down my face. I knew there was nothing I could do. There never is and there never has been. This attack can't be stopped. It could last for hours... But I can't confess the stress it causes to anyone around me, because to everyone else anxiety is just a made up mental issue. They will never understand how physically suffocating it is.

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC

akatelyn19

The Attack

It always seems to happen at night. It's been lingering around all day, but no action was taken until tonight. I could feel it creeping up the side of my bed, cold and empty, I felt it slowly take hold of me. I could no longer breathe properly, and my chest felt as if it was being crushed. Tears found their way out of my eyes and down my face. I knew there was nothing I could do. There never is and there never has been. This attack can't be stopped. It could last for hours... But I can't confess the stress it causes to anyone around me, because to everyone else anxiety is just a made up mental issue. They will never understand how physically suffocating it is.

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I can't do this anymore. HELP! I'm falling apart on the floor. Sleeping has become my only score. I've can't even cry. Must be strong for the poor. I'm okay on the outside. I'm crashing down in the core. Tell me "It's okay." Let me blindly love tomorrow's day. I want to speak, but sometimes, there's nothing left to say. I want to smile.. ..but no.. I'm not okay. I'll never admit it. I fall apart everyday. I was heading to "Out The Window", but hit a *** hole on the way. Am I even trying? Why am I always lying- ..on this floor.. begging, pleading, stressing, for more than I have the courage ..to ask for?..

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC

deanna

Problematic.. Not Climatic...

I can't do this anymore. HELP! I'm falling apart on the floor. Sleeping has become my only score. I've can't even cry. Must be strong for the poor. I'm okay on the outside. I'm crashing down in the core. Tell me "It's okay." Let me blindly love tomorrow's day. I want to speak, but sometimes, there's nothing left to say. I want to smile.. ..but no.. I'm not okay. I'll never admit it. I fall apart everyday. I was heading to "Out The Window", but hit a *** hole on the way. Am I even trying? Why am I always lying- ..on this floor.. begging, pleading, stressing, for more than I have the courage ..to ask for?..

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