Poems or something...

Poems or something...

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Apparently I'm confusing my brain. But that isn't weird when the fact is that I am trying to trick my brain into happiness. A paperbag would have been good as a barrier over the head of mine. A barrier to protect my psyche from the evil eyes, also called society. They're staring the soul out of me and shooting anxiety-spells. The tears can stream in truly freedom under that bag. Even though I'm pretty, I am not pretty enough for myself. Under the bag I can't stand in front of a mirror and create false fucking brain ghosts. Nothing can reach me under that paperbag, not even the truth. And the truth is that this is a stupid idea. Take care of your mental illness in some kind of way instead of ignoring your psyche when it's crying for help. (An example of the poems that I'm writing🌿<3)
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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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