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cypress Jun 2013
OCD
Uncontrollable urges to destroy yourself
Wanting to stop
But stopping
Is like
A drug addict
Quitting
Or forgetting about
Someone who
Made life much more bearable

Simply telling someone to stop
Is like
Telling a rock to move
Or saying
Someone with curly hair
Should make it straight

It is hard to understand
About a mental disorder
Unless
You have it
more mental **** ups
cypress Jun 2013
A twisted rotten feeling that
begins in the pit of
your stomach
Spreading
Taking over
Making you second guess
Doubt yourself
Panic
In
A downward
Spiral
Of
Self-doubt
And
Hatred
Suffocating
Tight breaths
And
Foggy eyes
Walls
Collapsing in
Nowhere
To run
Nowhere
To hide
Nobody
To
Help
idk where i went with this
cypress Jun 2013
A wise man
Once said,
"We're all stories,
In the end."
ninth doctor
cypress Jun 2013
On February 14th of her 13th year
She was given flowers.
She thought they were beautiful,
But had nothing to give back
She placed them on her desk
To admire the beauty of the vibrant life
It soon turned sour
Her heart grew more sad
As the flowers grew more weary
Until they were both no more
idk this happened to me
cypress Jun 2013
Curiosity poured into a being
Tail swishes from side to side, eyeing the mental world hustling around it
Staying out of it.
Keeping its distance.
Smart choice, furry one.
Keeping out of the bitter *******.
Yet we choose to point out their wise choice,
Claiming it to be rude,
Only curious ones see it as it is.
yay cats
i wrote this during spring break when i had no idea what to do
hurray for boredom
cypress Jun 2013
You are my sunshine
You light up my world like clouds clearing up on a rainy day

With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair, you dance
Prancing around like a deer
Asking me to join
Your voice sweet like honeysuckle

You add flowers to my hair
Making them like yours
Little daisies sticking to my hair like flypaper

You make me forget the world
Pushing the problems out of my head
i was forced to make this for school
it may or may not be about flowerchild harry

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