"seretonin" poems - Hello Poetry

⚠️trigger warning I wanna put a bullet to my head My fingertips loosing grip to my life like thread I feel so down yet I can't help but bottle it up When I'm sad nothing changes I just wanna cut I can't seem to escape the feeling of being a disgrace But it's not my fault, my demons ar hard to face It's safe to say I have seretonin deficiency My happiness is clearly in the history I just wanna die I miss the way I used to feel When I didn't hate myself after every meal Everyone wants me alive Why won't you just let me die?

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC

BlackSunflower

~ LET ME GO ~

⚠️trigger warning I wanna put a bullet to my head My fingertips loosing grip to my life like thread I feel so down yet I can't help but bottle it up When I'm sad nothing changes I just wanna cut I can't seem to escape the feeling of being a disgrace But it's not my fault, my demons ar hard to face It's safe to say I have seretonin deficiency My happiness is clearly in the history I just wanna die I miss the way I used to feel When I didn't hate myself after every meal Everyone wants me alive Why won't you just let me die?

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That rush, my heart pumping, fear birthing excitement. A needle filled with dreams of bliss complete relief for a slice of your life. The taboo nature, intentionally inflicting harm on oneself paralleled by intentionally inflicting happiness on oneself. A spoon, a lighter, a cotton swab. So unsure of myself, my heart rate accelerates, my hair stands at attention, the rubber haults circulation, I search for a stream, my brown medicine turns crimson, the pressure of my thumb, I remove the dam blocking my river and. My eyes roll. My body goes numb. Seretonin overload. I float back, and fall into my bliss. Hours of ecstasy. I will always be a prisoner to that rush.

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Nov 8, 2012

Nov 8, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC

britney-kempker

Imprisoned by Bliss

That rush, my heart pumping, fear birthing excitement. A needle filled with dreams of bliss complete relief for a slice of your life. The taboo nature, intentionally inflicting harm on oneself paralleled by intentionally inflicting happiness on oneself. A spoon, a lighter, a cotton swab. So unsure of myself, my heart rate accelerates, my hair stands at attention, the rubber haults circulation, I search for a stream, my brown medicine turns crimson, the pressure of my thumb, I remove the dam blocking my river and. My eyes roll. My body goes numb. Seretonin overload. I float back, and fall into my bliss. Hours of ecstasy. I will always be a prisoner to that rush.

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He lays within my mind almost dorment everyday and chooses when to come out to send my mood the other way. When everthing is going well I'm chemically content, he comes out makes my brain dry all my seretonins spent. He changes skies from light to dark puts weight upon my chest. I have to take deep breaths to keep my heartbeat at its best. I am forced to quiz the point of life frightening thoughts come flooding back, The memories of all my good times I then start to lack. He may stay there for a few months maybe a few days. This all depends if my minds tricked by what the false man says. I battle with this evil man and think of what ive got, thinking of all the good things in my life the ones that I'd forgot. The good mood then starts flooding back, the dark skies turn to light. Ive won the seretonin slayer there in all his might. The point of life this now returns with happiness, a smile. Im scared to think how long this will last it may still only be a short while. He will be back to slay my seretonin pool the same, I will summon up some positive power to beat him at his game. M.j.d

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC

michael-19

The seretonin slayer.

He lays within my mind almost dorment everyday and chooses when to come out to send my mood the other way. When everthing is going well I'm chemically content, he comes out makes my brain dry all my seretonins spent. He changes skies from light to dark puts weight upon my chest. I have to take deep breaths to keep my heartbeat at its best. I am forced to quiz the point of life frightening thoughts come flooding back, The memories of all my good times I then start to lack. He may stay there for a few months maybe a few days. This all depends if my minds tricked by what the false man says. I battle with this evil man and think of what ive got, thinking of all the good things in my life the ones that I'd forgot. The good mood then starts flooding back, the dark skies turn to light. Ive won the seretonin slayer there in all his might. The point of life this now returns with happiness, a smile. Im scared to think how long this will last it may still only be a short while. He will be back to slay my seretonin pool the same, I will summon up some positive power to beat him at his game. M.j.d

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Cicadas hum quietly, amongst the summer choir. Locked doors, birds on their wire's. Keep from harm's way, but thorted by desire- Blinds colored gray block out humanity. These dreams speak to me through insanity, a tv plays white noise, my mind is in calamity. As nightmares creep in through my eyelids, amid the darkness of this quiet house. This is my Strauss- wooden floors entirely silent, the thoughts inside are violent. Recalling Baptist Hospital. No cart rhythmically on call, a nurse alloting me two pearls to swallow. Making the sea of seretonin flow, making happiness through my body grow. Tonight, I take my trazadone no longer resembling a pearl, my toes curl. At the bitter taste, following the nightmares that make haste to follow me to bed, praying I don't wake up dead.

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC

nucherub

Lullaby

Cicadas hum quietly, amongst the summer choir. Locked doors, birds on their wire's. Keep from harm's way, but thorted by desire- Blinds colored gray block out humanity. These dreams speak to me through insanity, a tv plays white noise, my mind is in calamity. As nightmares creep in through my eyelids, amid the darkness of this quiet house. This is my Strauss- wooden floors entirely silent, the thoughts inside are violent. Recalling Baptist Hospital. No cart rhythmically on call, a nurse alloting me two pearls to swallow. Making the sea of seretonin flow, making happiness through my body grow. Tonight, I take my trazadone no longer resembling a pearl, my toes curl. At the bitter taste, following the nightmares that make haste to follow me to bed, praying I don't wake up dead.

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