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Tessa Marie Jun 2013
I always want what I
Can't have.
If your time were
A drug,
It'd be ****** and
I'd be the most
Desperate ****** of them all.
I want the watch
That sits on your wrist
To tick along with
Mine.
Every time that
Long hand moves,
I want to feel it's
Fingers dance along my
Skin, as if it is
Searching for water and
I am the cactus.  
You just have to break me
Open.
Tessa Marie Jun 2013
The air around me
Is so heavy.
It's tied a cement block
To my jaw.
The air is so hot,
That it's melting
The skin right off of my
Face.
I want to go play
In the cool rain.
Perhaps it will
Lighten my bones.
Perhaps it will
Cut the rope.
The air around me
Is so thick,
It feels like fluff
Suffocating my lungs.
The air is so constricting,
Squeezing my head,
Causing pain to shoot through me.
I want to go play
In the cool rain.
Perhaps it will
Flood out the fluff,
Perhaps it will
Release the claws
That threaten to
Pop my eyes ***** right out of my
Head.
Tessa Marie Jun 2013
My body shakes with
"Oh no,"
"What if," and
"Just breathe."
But no, my whispers
Refuse to render me calm.
My heart,
It beats a million beats per
Second.
My hands,
They refuse to be still,
Even just for a moment.
My mind,
It spits
A thousand
Hurtful sentences, faster
Than I can try to register.
Words aren't stone,
But my own words,
Are enough to
Chisel my
Soul.
Feelings should
Evaporate,
But mine are
Drowning me.
What I would do
To relax,
To take a deep breath.
This is
NEVERENDING.
Tessa Marie Jun 2013
I am quickly losing
Faith in the world.
It's screaming demands
Deafen me.
Louder and louder
Until my eardrums
Explode!
I'm useless
When it comes to
Calming
Everything around me.
Even my own
Beating heart
Is yelling, crying,
For me to just
Silence
The surrounding walls.
I don't know any
Lullabies,
I don't even know how
To squeeze the
Trigger.
My sobbing soul
Wants nothing more that
To relax eternally.
Tessa Marie Jun 2013
The sky falls at such a fast rate.
The ground crumbles beneath the weight.
We can't go
       p
     u
We can't go
     d
       o
         w
            n.
Our feet cringe
With anxiety.
Where to go,
We'll surely never know.
Tessa Marie Jun 2013
If you live life
In a small box,
Make sure you cut holes
To let the sunlight stream
Into you, because
A box without sunlight
Will make you pale and weak,
A box without sunlight
Will make you so sick
You can't even breathe.
A box without sunlight
Will drive you mad.

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