27 Club
a poem about OCD
Almost 28 - made it halfway to safety.
Can't give up now, but I'm losing it lately.
Pausing on dreams cause these agents might hate me,
And if I hit it big the universe might take me.
Scared of white lighters - I can't take the flame.
The smoke in my lungs; it can't numb the pain.
The pills on my tongue make the voice a little softer,
But she stays on my shoulder with no one to stop her.
Laughter, it echoes, between these four walls.
No amount of silence can erode the logical flaws,
So I stare at four screens to keep the demons busy.
If I stop for a minute, they tell me they miss me.
Obsessively waiting for the day I am free.
Compulsively pacing until quarter to three.
Disorderly conduct - disturbing my peace.
About the Creator
Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Comments (12)
The last line is so relatable.
Great job!!
OCD is a tough one. Congrats on top story๐๐ Great jobโผ๏ธ
Beautiful poem.
Well written. ...I have written such an interesting story on my page
Really nice one. I struggle with magical thinking which is not as bad. Hugs your way
Stunning. I hope youโre okay though too.
Sending hugs!!!
Phenomenal writing! I'm sorry 2 hear of your distress. I hope and pray that things improve for you soon!
lovely and amazingly written๐
Fantastic tempo here.
I loved the flow this has