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Crying, kicking, screaming Tired of the yelling In the car and to the office Face to face; eyes burning It will be ok At least that's what I said I don't want to do it I'll never be better
I don’t take in food But you don’t expect it from me Not underweight or obese You tell me I’m not fat Deep down, I already know that
Bipolar is:extreme changes in mood, from mania to depression. Between these mood episodes, a person with bipolar disorder may experience normal moods. My idea of bipolar:
I can’t win this battle, So, don’t you dare tell me that, I am stronger than I look. I have a bruised broken-down soul but, I know that “It’s what’s on the inside that counts” My insides are dying and
I had felt the down before. It was never this bad though. I was a freshman in high school and I wrote a handful of suicide letters… just incase the inevitable
Stepdaddy never showed up for my birthday party even though Momma called. He didn’t show up at the hospital when Grandpa couldn’t estimate my carbs. He never showed up again
Why do I fear you? You are irrelevant in the grand scheme Of things Because I know you are not an ally. You who tells me
Thoughts are overlapping, each fighting to control me Emotions are holding me down trying to suffocate me Ears are echoing the horrible screams that haunt me
She was hungry, peaked and breathless “I’m starving” Words meant to manipulate I capitulate “How big is the salami?” “Roll it up with cream cheese, have you ever Had that before?”
His crumpled bat skeleton arms criss-cross before him, his hands hang limp, his finger extends expressively, his matted hair flops in front of his face, and I hand him an origami box because he is falling backwards two steps, I've taken a step and
A poem for the best and most influential mentor in my life, my big brother David, my dear brother, you are like no other.
She’s tired all the time lately and her head is always cold She just wants to sleep but everything is uncomfortable or aching
Thank you But for what? I have succeeded in nothing but failure. I couldn’t stop her mood from changing, Or the kids from calling,
Dear Sister, In the corner of my eye I see little white lies, Though they're disguised I don't mind. I let them by. And the rooms in this house
Did she hide because she was scared? What was she scared of? Did she even know? Was she jealous? Of what? What do I have that she doesn’t?
Mind By Caecae W. I’m awake but I’m asleep, well and insane, alive but broken… My sense of time is unreal…
tears spilled in closet nobody knows or cares i'm alone again
A Letter to My Anxious Brain: You’re doing it again. The video of the guy with ALS, It set you off? Didn’t it. It started out small— Innocuous. His arm was sore. Now he’s saying goodbye
First and foremost, I would like to advise that I have been dealing with some severe emotional issues, in which recently on October of 2017 I was diagnosed with my illness. Which, causedmy academic standing to be affected in the past.
Dear Rose, I wonder who you will be Whether I will find you in a library Or a classroom Or online I wonder whether I will approach you then
Dear Dad, You say these memories are fake, then dang I must got an overflowing river of imagination.
New Home,New Faces Past and Present, blur together Voices echo, All is the Same yet it has changed