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They don't understand how it feels to be encased in a dark coffin of panic.
They're supposed to be my best friends,but how can we be close if they don't know how awful it is when your gut,then your entire body clenches inside,and you need to clench on the outside,too.
So you grab onto your arms,gouge half-moon shapes all over them with your fingernails.
I'm surrounded by friends but I'm alone because none of them have ever been where I am.
None of them could ever comprehend.
They're supposed to be my best friends,but how can we be close if they don't know how awful it is when your gut,then your entire body clenches inside,and you need to clench on the outside,too.
So you grab onto your arms,gouge half-moon shapes all over them with your fingernails.
I'm surrounded by friends but I'm alone because none of them have ever been where I am.
None of them could ever comprehend.
Literature
solitude
i am
trying to pull myself away
from this feeling
that consumes me inside
your absence is in
every object that surrounds me,
entangling loneliness
in the air
its all i can feel.
the time rolls onwards,
and onwards,
dragging me along
as i wait, as i wonder.
(i just want you to
come back.)
Literature
Thrown Away
Thrown Away
Here I sit
Center stage of my life
I struggle to breathe
Nothingness surrounds me
I reconcile to persevere
To what end I do not know
For now I am alone
I am comforted by the flow of my own tears
Here they are again
Oh
this is not self-pity
This is the realization of abandonment
The finality of being cast aside
Thrown away like a candy wrapper
No longer needed once consumed
I'd rather be the candy
Then I would be "wanted" in the moment
Alas
I am merely me
Invisible
Non-essential
In their eyes
I refuse to give in
I will find someone that will affirm me
Will desire my company
Fill up space in my voi
Literature
Stubs of a Cigarette
opaque tendrils whispering—
vaporous poison clogging airways
choked by outlawed sentiments
slogging through azure veins
fleeing a traitorous organ; thrumming
[ming] [ming] to a hidden metronome—
winding haze stimulating snippets of
simpering emotions conspiring the
ultimate coup d’état; the metronome
staggers …an illuminated stub weaving
maleficent murmurings and swirling
stuttering sidebars; the metronome
forfeits, refusing to save a cluttered organ
cigarette stubs..ignited at single ends;
convalescer of stress, debt caller of life.
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i wrote this last night after i'd already logged off deviantart,and i had to resist the urge to log in again and submit this.but really,i'm afraid to tell my friends whenever i'm having problems because they wouldn't get it and think i'm overdramatic
i wrote this last night after i'd already logged off deviantart,and i had to resist the urge to log in again and submit this.but really,i'm afraid to tell my friends whenever i'm having problems because they wouldn't get it and think i'm overdramatic
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Omg.. I feel the sameT_T
I haven't met a single "friend" in my life
I haven't met a single "friend" in my life