Mirakee
I'm a lost boy, not ready to be found
©jumanjiman
#anxiety
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wifey_suicide
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Read MoreBesides the poetry, here is the lyric version!
#lyrics #anxiety #mentalillness #sad #upset #discomfort #poetry #story #hurts #wonder #friends #bffs #temporary #hugs #arms #love #affectionAnxiety were not friends (lyric part)
Anxiety, were not friends.
The day you came to me, that day you were filled with fear. The lost of trust that came with it too. With my heart opened wide, darling please come here.
I'll comfort you until you get back on your feet.
That day I messed up. Cuz now you're like an everlasting period that just floods my brain with emotions and torment.
And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
Is there an actual cure or I'm I stuck in this rampage?
I'm hurting to, because every time I go on into a conversation, it feels like I'm on a stage and the words I spill out slowly fade... Into mumbles and decay into the dreams of jokes that could've had people even choke. But now the conversation is dead, and nobody is woke.
And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
…
I want us to have hope anxiety, but all you say is
"No."
And go to seep till the next day. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, cutting off dreams that will never come back. Twisting up into,
"no wait! I wasn’t finished with that."
Like a movie, I wanted to see how it ends. But it isn't the human who wins.
Just like my period, it’ll make its stop
Until for now, the light is green
And there isn’t traffic ahead
Christians call it a demon, doctors call it a illness
But either way you're stuck on pills to dig it away, like an abortion
"Just go away!"
As it digs it's claws in your brain, screaming
"no! It won't be the same!"
Cuz you're so use to this feeling of fear and over thinking, and as the fight goes back and forth, depression gets in the way
Rock,paper,scissors, shoot
3 / 5
You’re losing
Just then anxiety looks like the good guy, but it lies
Giving you the 5
Hidden behind the cries, heart beating fast
Yet you're not ready to die, laying down in a ocean filled emotion as anxiety is filling up it's skin with lotion, smooth and soft.
So comforting.
That temporary feeling that makes me think
Why was I even mad?
Why was I even sad?
It’s just an overthink
©wifey_suicide -
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Panic knows how to pick the locks
How to find me most vulnerable
Shrinking into my shell
Panic says hello in a smooth and soft voice
Slithering I have no way out. No escape route in sight
She is here when I tell her to leave
She is here at every doctors appointment
Every phone call, a knock on the door
Every therapy session she pounds through my chest. When I think I'm fine, she finds me and she smiles and says
'get ready'
©megantyler -
Wonderful young lady, guarantee me you won't ever
let anybody solidify you so much, you lose yourself.
I know the breaking heart, I realize the fall was hard, however, trust me when I disclose to you the recuperating offers a delicate spot to land. So be delicate with yourself. Your opportunity is approaching and you will be stringer in the space between the breaks, where the light continued sparkling and your heart remained so delicate from sparing you a spot to return.
©singh_writes__ -
'SILENCE' is not always the ANSWER -
Postpartum depression
You held me up
When I wanted to fall,
You held me back
From ending it all,
You pulled me from the ashes
When I wanted to burn,
You stopped me as I reached
My point of no return
©the_irish_leprechaun94 -
writeendlessly
3d
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#mirakeeMy favorite thing
About the winter,
Isn't the snow
Or the holidays.
It's when I step out side
Into the frozen air.
Inhale deeply,
Through my nose,
And feel the cold air
Scramble down my chest,
And inflate my lungs.
Just to exhale
And watch the
Life escape.
©writeendlessly -
Attack
I am agonized, anguished maybe alienated,
I can feel the heat inside me,
I am shivering and there is distress,
My head is spinning around,
I can see everything but yet its unclear and blur,
I can't think straight, something is edgy,
I feel shaky and apprehensive,
I am being strangled, but by whom?
It's suffocating,
It's happening again.
What is this feeling?
What am I so afraid about?
Am I drowning?
©durva973 2
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meenakshi_writes
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maxis16
3d
Hello Darkness
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to hide in you again
A coward I might be labelled
But in your depths, I find solace
In your inky blackness I find peace.
Away from the harsh glare of reality
From the sunny faces of my daytime monsters
I seek respite in thee
Like a foetus in its maternal womb.
I'm drawn to thine silent cocoon
Like a moth to a flame
Enticed into thine solemn silence
Like a sheep to the slaughter.
Others might loathe you
Some might fear thee
But only because
People fear what they do not understand.
©maxis16 -
Oasis II
Staring through my window floats the
phantom of malaise
seeking human refuge in the
weary midnight maze;
and I am dazed.
As dawning sunlight shrouds
my dreams in morning glaze,
laburnum flowers drape woe
in colorless arrays;
my hopes are laid.
Blue moon in the rosen sky,
when ghosts play in darkened rooms.
A tempest of rhyming words
ceases to entomb
my thistle bloom
growing over graves of phlox.
Blossoms rot within their window box
where love was planted.
My shadowed hand
grips upon the creaking rail
as life begins to sail. -
Oasis I
Blue moon in the rosen sky
where starlight beckons dreams;
a cloud woven tapestry
sewn with patterned seams.
My foggy eyes
can no longer hold their gaze
in the city’s saffron blaze
where warmer days
seem to hide.
Pink moon in the turquoise sky
where comets trace their course.
Trinkets of summer memories
cradle a bitter remorse.
My shadowed hand
can barely stretch for light
in the smoky haze of night
where delight
seems to disperse.
Written in autumn leaves,
painted in winter storms.
As I peer through spring,
summer feels unborn. -
My mom is calling me
But all the voices are muffled,
Except my mind's,
Hearing it, with pain, I struggle.
Those scary voices of my mind
Surges pain in my each muscle.
I am crying silently, with my head
On my knees & my knees buckled.
With every breath I take,
I am feeling so lifeless.
My room is lighted bright
But all I can see is darkness.
I am lost in my miseries,
Staring at nothingness.
Each of my body part is
Trembling with numbness.
©yatijain -
Anxiety, were not friends
Anxiety, were not friends.
The day you came to me, that day you were filled with fear. The lost of trust that came with it too. With my heart opened wide, darling please come here.
I'll comfort you until you get back on your feet.
That day I messed up. Cuz now you're like an everlasting period that just floods my brain with emotions and torment. And all I did was open my arms for you, so you can take my hand. Just so you can see better days.
But with you, why do they seem so far away?
Is there an actual cure or I'm I stuck in this rampage?
I'm hurting to, because every time I go on into a conversation, it feels like I'm on a stage and the words I spill out slowly fade... Into mumbles and decay into the dreams of jokes that could've had people even choke. But now the conversation is dead, and nobody is woke.
…
…
I want us to have hope anxiety, but all you say is
"No."
And go to seep till the next day. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, cutting off dreams that will never come back. Twisting up into,
"no wait! I wasn’t finished with that."
Like a movie, I wanted to see how it ends. But it isn't the human who wins.
Christians call it a demon, doctors call it a illness
But either way you're stuck on pills to dig it away, like an abortion
"Just go away!"
As it digs it's claws in your brain, screaming
"no! It won't be the same!"
Cuz you're so use to this feeling of fear and over thinking, and as the fight goes back and forth, depression gets in the way
3 / 5
Just then anxiety looks like the good guy, but it lies
Hidden behind the cries, heart beating fast
Yet you're not ready to die, laying down in a ocean filled emotion as anxiety is filling up it's skin with lotion, smooth and soft.
So comforting.
That temporary feeling that makes me think
Why was I even mad?
Why was I even sad?
With those stupid words that just slide out
"Here anxiety, I'm sorry."
Until the next time, you're like my best friend.
©wifey_suicide -
Smashed
Smash me in the soul
With insecurities
Engrave every memory
Onto my soft skin
Make my brain bleed
With uncertainties
Tell every secret
I've hidden within.
Stacey Welsh
©the_village_poet -
_uncanny_words
4d
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#sadness #sad #love #depression #broken #depressed #alone #quotes #sadedits #heartbroken #brokenheart #life #pain #happiness #lonely #suicide #like #cry #anxiety #poetry #sadquotes #lovequotes #crying #hurt #sadquotespage #instagram #feelings #sadgirl #mood #bhfypअंधेरा
रात अंधेरी है क्यूं,
मेरी ज़िंदगी में अंधकार है क्यूं
चेहरा-ए-तबस्सुम भी ज़रूरी है,
ए दोस्त, सारा मंज़र ही काला है क्यूं?
©_uncanny_words -
My anxiety runs around me
Through me
Leaves through shaking fingers
Down like gravity
I feel like falling away
From myself
I try to form the words
A way to explain
It's not about being angry
Or sad
I am on an the edge
Of panic that's tearing
Nothing has to be said
Or done
For me to wind up
It's all in my head
©kyriesativa -
Help.
Help!
She screamed
Drowning in the darkness
Of the fear breathing within her
It's growing, making the
Pain unbearable and large
But
The voices are so strong
The world turns deaf.
And she kept screaming
For
HELP!
©deepshikhagoswami -
jodi_writes
1w
Nothing holds a candle to you for only you can burn me with the flames of my deepest emotions. You take my breath away while giving me the air I breathe. You rob me of my dreams yet instill in me to live beyond my imagination. You are my wheel of fortune which takes and gives simultaneously. You are the barren forest and the green pastures filled with my favorite flowers. You are night and day. Good and evil. Honest yet a liar. Joyful yet sad. How do I know all this? Why do I still keep a foot in your doorway? Simple. You are me and I am you. We are one in the same. Scary. Frightening. Lovely. Rapturous. Mind blowing. Perfect combination of darkness and light mixed together to form an entity that is a masterpiece when aligned with a mixture of fantasy and reality. To ask for more would only dull the flame and the intensity would dissolve into a nothing. We are more then a nothing yet less then a something. Paradox. Confusion only sets in when the reality is lost. A cup of insanity is the final ingredient in this thing we call us.
©jodi_writes -
deeproots
5d
WeAk
My headache's increasing everyday,
My stomach twists and turns without caution;
My bones dig deep into my skin,
My legs weak, I stumble more often.
©deeproots
