' 'fear' 'anxiety' 'loneliness' 'family' 'moving on' 'tragedy' 'depression' 'eatingdisorder' 'overcomingyourfear' 'hope'
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Oxidizing like an autumn leaf,
Pale and yet red.
Shivering in the cool breeze
Clinging to that branch.
How long has it been?
A day?
My soul winks
The place the order of time blinks
Seemingly battered dragging on my Peaceful limbs
I crumble my heart subtle
Subjected to plain ruins
Smoothly rough guild of tiny mischief
Said you were walking to the store
Take the long winding road down
Step over a dead bird
Symbolism for you life
You don’t take a second thought
my anxiety holds me hostage
is anyone else suffocating
or am i the only one who can’t breathe
slick palms and bloody wrists
you never gave me one last kiss
“she’s never coming back”
that’s what i was told
last night by the moon
she whispered it to me
voice like honey
words like razors
I understand that I'm not alone but,
I am alone, I feel alone.
Even when I’m around people, around my friends, around my family
I am good for a while,
I'll talk more, laugh more.
Eat and sleep normally.
But then something happens.
something clicks off.
Like a switch somewhere deep inside.
And I a left in the
I can't knock on a door,
it's too loud.
Or ask for an extra napkin,
my voice won't work.
I can't raise my hand in class,
people will look at me.
I can't walk down the halls at school,
Power. Pain is power and power kills. I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death.
Every creed, every colour, every race. Our commonality. We are all one in death.
I miss you like I’ve stopped breathing
When pains in my chest feels like bursting,
Only to inhale a lack of something
As precious as oxygen.
I am drowned in the rise and fall of careless arms.
Honor thy blade!
A final pilgrimage to your death.
Your blood, mingled with the smells of mud.
And I have just crushed
Into that glorious mud,
On the paven stones of the street,
Oh! Dear trepidation,
This temple of recouping
Has accepted my shadow
With the sinking Sun...
Satin reduced to a star
Ruling at one corner
Grounded by clouded solace
As visitors passed by....
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
dear bulimia,
I loathe our relationship.
you’ve raised me up higher than I ever could have dreamed,
only to throw me down
from a higher point each time,
Everyone has a problem to be fixed
Some are tempers
Some throw fits
And some are too prideful
But there’s some with problem of death
No matter how much they try, it’ll never end
They’ll cry
