I want to scream through the void but nobody can hear my cries.
Nobody sees me.
I am lost. Forgotten. Discarded.
The world moves so fast but time stops when it reaches me.
I can't run; can't hide
Stripped bare of my masked protection only to be left vulnerable to the wolves of society and human emotion
Wrecked and torn to shreds by every snide comment and forgotten invite
Insecurity creates anxiety.
Anxiety fuels depression.
Depression consumes another soul.
The pain of perfection is so hard to reach especially when carrying the weighted words of other people in your mind.
Words carry power in every shape, form, and context.
They hold me prisoner with every pause and voice crack. Sharp words leave the biggest scars that keep opening and leave me dying.
I may look alive but the soul you see has already been broken and ground away.
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I've been gone a while but the good news is that I have gotten help. I'm sick and I'm trying to pretend I'm not but that makes it worse. Truth is: it hurts so bad and there is nothing I can do to fix it because it's all in my head.
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An Ode to Life
PoetryLife isn't like a box of chocolates; you pick and choose your daily decisions to hopefully better your future. We all know the pain and struggle of everyday, but do you know the beauty?
