Tag: anxiety
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Broken
I am not sure how to fix myself. See, I feel broken. I am not sure when it happened. That moment for me is uncertain. What I do know is that I don’t know how to heal it. I am still here hoping.That one day I can fix myself from being broken.- Ruptes
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Indiscriminate Actions of Life
The unfairness of life. Never ceases to amaze.How the good lay victims to its wrath.Their acts of kindness ignored.Doing for everyone. All that others looked over. The unfairness of life. Taking away those that should stay. Ripping apart and leaving pain. Never ceases to amaze.How it leaves all the evil. Enjoying all its days. The […]
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Captivating Sleep
Last night I cried to sleep. It’s been a long time since so. The feeling was out of body. A complete decompress.Everything was pressing and nothing was releasing. Like a child pinching it’s finger. I cried so much. She didn’t hear me. Yet she laid there,Next to me. Sleeping in peace. While I prayed for […]
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Underdog
Just the understanding dog. The one not taken seriously. You know the failure. That’s me. The one dealt a set of cards. Played them horribly. Wrecked my life’s saving plan. – Ruptes
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Itself
The mind.Captive to itself.Rebellion to itself. Destructive to itself. Hostage to itself. Painful to itself. You’re nothing to it.Nothing without it.Just a capsule. – Ruptes
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There Not Here
You came here. Then you went over there. Right back over here. Then you leave me here and go over there. Where? Why leave me here? Desolate. No love. No air. That time or this time or another time again. I thought it a return. For love, not despair. Fumes for love. Toxic air. – […]
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Storied Life
Storied time.In a storied life. About the horrid-fied.life o lies. A battle in time.A stammer dime.The hammered lies.Brain-afied. It’s those subtle lies. In which rattles high. And through time. Ranges high.Baffle time. Becoming storied time.In a storied life.- Ruptes
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Prisoner of Mind
The living space. Of the living days. The willful praise. Of the willing reign.Reach out and conquer. Bring about your rage. Though in another world.This one is full of lies and pain. It is in it that we drown. What’s swimming to white rafts?Look outside the world of your mind.In it you’re a prisoner to […]
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Freedom
Freedom from your thoughts, is the real freedom you need. If you’re a slave to your mind what difference is the freedom granted to you? – Ruptes
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Toast To My Mind
Toasting to the mind that I have, It only knows how to cause me panic,Anxiety, and pain. Toasting to the death you are giving me,Not the great job you do.
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Impossible To Know
There is no way that any one can know If I cry – is it always sadness? Inpossible to know. I say. I am always happy. These tears scream JOY, even if it comes out in pain.