This cold corner I struggle to get up from everyday .Every bone in my body aching . Am I mentally ill or is the realities true face. Every step I take feels over the limit. Overthinking and procrastinating. Guilty pleasures from masturbating. Will I ever find mindfulness again ?
How good it felt to be at ease. Why do they lie to my face. Why why why why why why why why why why should I listen to them the voices in my head. Screaming at me im tired and burned out. I always give in to them it s like my whole worlds been turned up side down. I’m shaken my body goes in to a state of depersonalisation. The nhs didn’t take me serious. The opticians didn’t take me serious so now I must suffer but who’s really to blame. When they can’t detect this hidden pain behind the smile on my face.In my head spinning 360 degrees with no control of my feet.
Anxiety leave me alone please
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To truly taste freedom, you have to free your mind.
The Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman5 days ago in Poets
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