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Silence speaks.
Iām too aggressive Iām too mean If only you knew the things I hold deep in my spleen. If only you knew ew what I could have said to you. What would you do? What would you say? Probably not a damn thing anyways. Because thatās what youāre good at, not saying a word. Not to me, not to anyone when it comes to your words. Not to the racist coworkers who are so comfy w you around. Not to theā¦
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The Second Choice
I never thought Iād be the second choice. & what makes it worse is itās not to a child or a person at all. Itās to video games, a whatever selfish wants & inconsiderate choices he has. Itās infuriating. & it just makes me feel even less than I already feel. Fueling the abyss on my brain, the demon who speaks to me as if Iām an imposter in my own body. Telling me this life of āluxuryā is just aā¦
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Illusions
Work has created a depression in me I wasnāt ready for. I donāt wanna sleep. I donāt wanna eat. I donāt wanna be away from my child. Time seems so short now. Itās as tho Iām allowing something important be torn away from me. Every inch of my skin crawls at the thought that heās getting used to being away from me. That one day he just wonāt need me, because all heāll remember were the days I wasā¦
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Met in Energy
I havenāt been okay. & think that goes well past just the struggle of being a new mom. The closer I get to going back to work, the more I realize the actual fear I have being away from my child. I almost died. I was ready to hold him in my arms. I was ready to pull him into this world. But my body couldnāt handle it. & that odd settling into my mind. Steadily more & more everyday I realize. Iā¦
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Mentality of Pregnancy
This is starting to get mentally exhausting. The way I question myself is deteriorating the way I think daily. Although people tell me what I feel is valid the demons inside try to tell me Iām overreacting. You worked on less sleep. Youāve worked in more pains youāve done this work for years. All your worries are in vain. No one cares if you canāt do the work, you must suffer cuz this is yourā¦
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The False Hero
This is something Iām sure those whoāve read my poetry have heard before but itās waring in my brain, so speak upon it again I must once more. My father is always an open wound. Something easily ripped open under a starlit moon. The emotions always come swarming like a moon. The mask you hold was strong but untrue. Yet it pains me in ways that only a survivor could consume. Most people donāt seeā¦
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Shedding Tears
I stand in the rain. Wondering what itās like, to have the sensation of something to wash away the pain. What itās like to have a rover of emotion flood over you & break down your walls. Thatās something Iāve never felt. Not once. Not at all. You see ever since I was young I was never a child of my own. I was the star child, the over achieving daughter & the sister who was their mother. I wasā¦
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Revisiting the Catacombs
Late night thinking. No one speaking. My heart is creaking. What is this rhythm seeking. My nerves are aching. My skin is crawling. Why do I feel like every inch of me is falling. Falling into space. Falling w no pace. Falling onto thin sheets like lace. What is this place. Have I reached my catacombs again. Where the bones of my past speak. What is it they are whispering deep inside of me. Theā¦
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Why is it. That when I say something bothers me itās met w a āwell I didnāt knowā or a āI didnāt mean it like thatā or āI didnāt say it that way.ā Why is it that when I express that something bothers me itās always met w a flat okay. & they just go about their day. No explanation. No how can I do better. No what ways can I react better. Just okay. Why is it that the things that make me happyā¦
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I only see you
When the waves crash along the sand at sunset, itās you I see crashing into my arms & embracing me w your lips like sweet serenity on red & pink stricken sky. When the grass smells sweet against the rain, itās you I see holding me as the tears fall helplessly against your earthy cologne stricken shoulders When the sky is filled w stars the the quietly still, itās you I see w your eyes filled wā¦
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My depression is eating at me. I just donāt know what to do Idk how to be motivated W this type of world view How am I supposed to stay sane When everything is overdue The bills keep on piling up All I see is red sign saying I need to pay soon Iām drowning & it seems like every out reached hand is just a high five to my pain Thereās no longer rain Just cloudy eyes that match the cloudyā¦
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Sane insanity
Idk what to do anymore. Idk what to feel. Sometimes I feel like Iām healing but most times it feels unreal. I feel like Iām falling apart, like a cookie breaking away at the grasps of greedy hands. A treat in high demand. My brain feels like itās on high alert. Ready to spring at every sound. I canāt stand the darkness. Idk whatās lurking around. Whatās watching me in the silence. Whatās hearingā¦
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Morning Tea
Sometimes I wonder if Iām going to be stuck like this forever. I wonder if Iām going to constantly be at war in my mind. Will I ever feel sane inside. Will I always be on edge. Will every touch become a portal to a memory etched into the sands of my soul. Will every tear find its way to making my eyes their home. Will I ever feel the salty real ease of something as precious as tears. Will I everā¦
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Falling
I feel like Iām falling deeper into despair. I can feel it w every hair. Food looks disgusting but I can feel the pain in the pit of my stomach. The feeling of bones breaking against the need of nourishment. Nothing feels right on my tongue. Nothing makes me feel at one. I can feel the darkness creeping on me. Where will end up this time. Where will my demons take me. Because they protect me.ā¦
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Dear Dad,
So much of me was so much of you. & the most painful part has been over due. Iām thru w being you. I crave to be me. So Iāll rip apart the seams & tear out all the part of you that you sewed into me. Unblinded & clean. You no longer control me. You no longer hold the sewing needle. Iām no longer your doll. You canāt control what Iām meant to be. You canāt control me at all. As I grow older, Iā¦
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Ocean
A lot of the time I feel like Iām drifting in a vast ocean. Not swimming. Not drowning. Not struggling against the waves. Just drifting atop the water. Letting the water kiss my cheeks as the waves crash over me. Showering me w emotions I have spent years ignoring. Emotions that Iāve hid from. Emotions that I lied about & said didnāt exist. Sometimes I catch myself drifting & I donāt know howā¦
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Silenced
Itās always around this time of the year. When the rain is falling. The clouds are thick. The wind is loud & my thoughts are even louder. Itās always around this time of the year. When I need people the most & they decide that my changed behavior is a red flag for false personality & not one for depression. Sometimes I wonder if people really know me. Or if they only know the presence of myā¦
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