anxiously living
poem by:
Eliza Banks
Written
on Nov 25, 2013
What are you supposed to do when the waves come crashing in When the water is filling up your lungs and You can’t breathe And you feel death must be near You wish it was because it would be relief Anything but the constant worry The fear of being alone The fear of falling asleep The fear of your own thoughts Who will hear you cries for help There’s no body to turn to The bitter sweet taste of distraction in the form Of sin and solitary confinement Surround yourself with people who don’t know Don’t understand Its better that way A simple thought spirals out of control Takes your body to a dangerous place There’s nothing you can do Who will help the helpless There’s no hope No place to go Everyday becomes a struggle but as the sun sets The mind cannot rest The worries of abnormality Slowly paralyses you Who are you Who have you become When did you become so lost Alone trying to understand the world Why you What did you do A mentally unstable being Seeing the world for what it really is A fucked up place with fucked up people Remember when you used to dream Wish Hope It seems so long ago now Will you ever be happy again It wasn’t supposed to be this way But the water comes It takes over Slowly you drowned You wish it would take you under But it just taunts you Threatens you It’s fucked up Like the world Like the people Like me.
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Robert Randle commented:
Yor are confused with yourself! YOU need some. YOU out of touch with the real world.
SOME WORDS
commented:
there is a lot of that going around friend :_)
gotto be strong and strong some more :_)
oh and hello :_)
greg woods
commented:
Try writing down the things you feel you have done wrong to the world, any people and yourself. Write it without justifying why you did it, just write what you did. Have a good look at it then tear it up into little pieces and through it into the bin. Sometimes bitterness comes from what we have done, not what has been done to us. This process can bring compassion and understanding.
