Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20180326175054

imma put everything on one thread as not to clog up my message wall

anyhow

right now isn't great, evidently, because my brain created a poem and i don't know?

see below:

-i-

they show up in droves on my mind’s dooorstep,

pouding at the door

“let us in, we miss you”

say hello to my demons:

pain’s embrace makes me wish for the numb,

anxiety shivers and gives me tremors,

depression’s hanging like a dark cloud,

dysphoria rears her ugly head.

they’re here to exorcise my free will,

i might just let them this time

--ii--

they say fake it till you make it

i was faking and now i’m breaking.

consumed, i am now.

a breath is but an achy scrape

why does it hurt to go on?

---iii---

i’m fighting them.

i can’t let them win.

the people i’d hurt….

here i am hoping i’m the only unstable one

if worse comes to worse.

iv

they’re fighting back.

i’m tongue tied,

can’t escape,

mind twisted and fingers chained,

heart still pounding out a rapid cadence

make it stop

make it stop

makeitstop

-v-

here i am, a cry for help

exhausted misery,

dragging along,

but the only thing i can reply is

‘oh, i’m fine’

please, do not worry,

my pendulum shall swing back any moment now

here i am in the dark….waiting 