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I tried it. It was terrifying. I was crushing inside.
It felt so painful that I wanted to rip my heart out.
So agitating that I wanted to throw up my heart.
Because that's where it hurts.
That's where it all stings burns and breaks the most.
I couldn't breathe. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do.
I tried scratching my heart out but I couldn't do it.
I just ended up wounding myself a bit. I'm just so scared.
I don't want that to happen ever. I would probably die from the pain.
So scary.
Anxious
Terrified
Petrified
[ A F R A I D- ]
I broke bad.
I was in tears. I couldn't breathe.
I'm never trying it again. I might go insane.
I'm sorry. I knew it that you won't like this.
But I had to try.
I'm sorry.
It felt so painful that I wanted to rip my heart out.
So agitating that I wanted to throw up my heart.
Because that's where it hurts.
That's where it all stings burns and breaks the most.
I couldn't breathe. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do.
I tried scratching my heart out but I couldn't do it.
I just ended up wounding myself a bit. I'm just so scared.
I don't want that to happen ever. I would probably die from the pain.
So scary.
Anxious
Terrified
Petrified
[ A F R A I D- ]
I broke bad.
I was in tears. I couldn't breathe.
I'm never trying it again. I might go insane.
I'm sorry. I knew it that you won't like this.
But I had to try.
I'm sorry.
Literature
It's Just Life
There is a name
Written in which no one knows
Except to those clothed with a rope that is dipped in blood
Stained down to bone
Beckoned from stone that betrayed fragility
There is a face
Exposed to foes
Only to those with notes of burned edges
Lost into cinders
Incinerated by wrathful throats that buried them
There is a soul
Trapped in Gods mysterious own
Given by those opposed to life
Wilting down to blindness and woe
Dying to let it all go
Literature
Life
Some have argued that this is life
The prodding on
Of human soul
When no spirit remains within
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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A little manifestation of how Depressive Anxiety works.
Well, for me at least.
Well, for me at least.
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This is amazing!