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I am the monster who naps under your bed.
I am the voice shouting inside of your head.
I am the nightmare that disrupts your sleep.
I am the essence of a psychopathic creep.
I am the blood that floods down your neck
when you try to run but hit your head.
I am the illusion; building blocks of society.
I am the root of all insanity.
I am the fear that stunts your growth.
I am the tape that covers your mouth.
I am the sound of her cries and screams.
I am the one who shatters your dreams.
I am the entity who holds you back,
with every belief comes the courage you lack.
I am the root of all insanity,
but at least I can see what you cannot see,
because I am you, and you are me.
I am the voice shouting inside of your head.
I am the nightmare that disrupts your sleep.
I am the essence of a psychopathic creep.
I am the blood that floods down your neck
when you try to run but hit your head.
I am the illusion; building blocks of society.
I am the root of all insanity.
I am the fear that stunts your growth.
I am the tape that covers your mouth.
I am the sound of her cries and screams.
I am the one who shatters your dreams.
I am the entity who holds you back,
with every belief comes the courage you lack.
I am the root of all insanity,
but at least I can see what you cannot see,
because I am you, and you are me.
Literature
I am again alone.
An old friend stopped by last night.
She needed to talk.
More for someone to listen.
It made me feel important and purposeful to be the one to prop someone else up.
It meant a lot to me that she trusted me enough to lean on my shoulder.
I loved having someone come visit.
Now she is back home.
Now I am again alone.
For all of the joy I had in being able to help her when she needed it....
I now somehow feel even emptier.
I had gotten used to being alone.
Every night and day me and the cat.
I guess I forgot what it was like to have someone who genuinely cared what I had to say around.
I had become almost comfortable in my self induc
Literature
Don't Break Me, Please
Don’t break me,
Please.
I’ve only just put this heart,
This shattered organ,
Back together.
I’m scared,
Scared to fall once more
And scared to feel again.
You’ve been making me smile,
Making a fluttering in my chest,
And it scares me so much.
I’m not sure I’ll find the pieces,
If it happens again.
So please,
Please,
Don’t break me.
Literature
i could be nothing
some days you look at me as if i am
worth remembering,
glances studying my face like a road map.
but mostly, i find your eyes stuck in the static
of the pavement, or lost
in the clouds
gathering before lightning.
and we never promise anything, just share the air like strangers
when we don't know what to say.
(it always ends with a silence more desolate
than broken trust.)
you said this is the calm before the storm
but what if
it never slows down
enough for me to notice
that there are days when we can exist
without doubting every second. you have a tendency to whisper
too quietly, leaving room for me to imagi
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You are the seed of all of your fears.
Don't let your weakness bring you to tears.
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Don't let your weakness bring you to tears.
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My weakness is strength I never use,
If pain is weakness leaving the body then, I guess you're screwed.
I can't feel pain, I'm completely numb.
My tactile senses are dulled,
I feel little to non.
I have no fear I haven't felt it in years,
I've stared death in the eyes and didn't shed a tear.
My oly fear would have to be my anxiety,
it gives me pain of a mental kind,
It reminds me I'm not entirely numb, it's the only feeling that I mind.
If pain is weakness leaving the body then, I guess you're screwed.
I can't feel pain, I'm completely numb.
My tactile senses are dulled,
I feel little to non.
I have no fear I haven't felt it in years,
I've stared death in the eyes and didn't shed a tear.
My oly fear would have to be my anxiety,
it gives me pain of a mental kind,
It reminds me I'm not entirely numb, it's the only feeling that I mind.