"excrutiatingly" poems - Hello Poetry

Fits in piece by piece more pieces more strength You can build anything with... Lego Blocks Then break what you built reshape and construct it as you remake what once was into something new with... Lego Blocks Build a plane Build a dragon Build whatever you can imagine with... Lego Blocks Excrutiatingly painful stepping on a single one hop hop hopping around shouts filling around with... "Lego Blocks!!!"

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC

tashjean

Lego Blocks

Fits in piece by piece more pieces more strength You can build anything with... Lego Blocks Then break what you built reshape and construct it as you remake what once was into something new with... Lego Blocks Build a plane Build a dragon Build whatever you can imagine with... Lego Blocks Excrutiatingly painful stepping on a single one hop hop hopping around shouts filling around with... "Lego Blocks!!!"

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grab that bottle of pills, prescribed to me treating my crippling anxiety open wide, two down the hatch but there is a little catch slowly killing me from the inside sooner or later my brain will be fried but on this medication I have to rely otherwise I get afraid I may die i get afraid of talking aloud, expressing myself anything conceivable scares me to death so i swallow them down day after day otherwise i'll continue to just hide away isolation and desolation sad and scared feelings in manifestation sitting down in a corner afraid of the world i know it's irrational but why won't it stop? it's only out to get me, step on me, hurt me the pills want to help me, pull me up, help me flee and that is why, when you continue to say "they're progressively killing you, more and more each day" as if i don't know that, i'm not that naive to think that these magic pills that help me to breathe only have pros and not any cons thinking that they will do me no wrong but if you were me, you'd do the same thing it's excrutiatingly hard when you struggle to bring yourself out of bed every single morning, afraid of the daylight, you heed your own warning afraid of everything imaginable and so whenever i struggle to get out of bed i grab that bottle and i open wide and i throw two down the hatch

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC

shane-knubley

Klonopin

grab that bottle of pills, prescribed to me treating my crippling anxiety open wide, two down the hatch but there is a little catch slowly killing me from the inside sooner or later my brain will be fried but on this medication I have to rely otherwise I get afraid I may die i get afraid of talking aloud, expressing myself anything conceivable scares me to death so i swallow them down day after day otherwise i'll continue to just hide away isolation and desolation sad and scared feelings in manifestation sitting down in a corner afraid of the world i know it's irrational but why won't it stop? it's only out to get me, step on me, hurt me the pills want to help me, pull me up, help me flee and that is why, when you continue to say "they're progressively killing you, more and more each day" as if i don't know that, i'm not that naive to think that these magic pills that help me to breathe only have pros and not any cons thinking that they will do me no wrong but if you were me, you'd do the same thing it's excrutiatingly hard when you struggle to bring yourself out of bed every single morning, afraid of the daylight, you heed your own warning afraid of everything imaginable and so whenever i struggle to get out of bed i grab that bottle and i open wide and i throw two down the hatch

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Benign feelings amplify. The reluctant feeling of wanting to die. Its foolish i know, My heart gets excrutiatingly cold. Quietly- I'll leave without a word tonight. Not in body, but in spirit- I start to cry. The silent whimper of a thousand words, Engulfs me whole--it truly hurts. Unknown to many-- sorrow refires. My body trembles, Im left in tatters. My heart's in scatters, Im no longer whole. Inside i'm an empty shell- But no one would ever be able to tell.

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Dec 3, 2014

Dec 3, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC

Ricia

empty

Benign feelings amplify. The reluctant feeling of wanting to die. Its foolish i know, My heart gets excrutiatingly cold. Quietly- I'll leave without a word tonight. Not in body, but in spirit- I start to cry. The silent whimper of a thousand words, Engulfs me whole--it truly hurts. Unknown to many-- sorrow refires. My body trembles, Im left in tatters. My heart's in scatters, Im no longer whole. Inside i'm an empty shell- But no one would ever be able to tell.

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