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AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sometimes I just need to scream into a pillow as loud as my vocal cords will stretch. AAAAAHHHHHH! I need to fill up my lungs so deep so the scream last for what sees like eternity. I need to close the blinds to my mind. Keep the light of thoughts from seeping into my brain. The compulsion to build a wall around me blocking out the world and everyone in it. I just like to squeeze my fingers around the neck of my problems and watch as the air slowly drains from them. Then once they die, I slowly open the blinds, step out into the world with a smile on my face and start another day.
By Elizabeth Cummings8 years ago in Poets
Depression
It's odd you get into a routine the rut or dark cloud that hovers over you killing you slowly from the inside seems to become enjoyable. The twisted masochist in me loves the feeling of despair it makes me feel alive when it seems the work can come crashing down at a moment's notice. It seems to be the one true constant in life so much so that positivity becomes poison I don't want to be cured because the poison has slowly become my very own blood. You learn to live off of negativity. I thrive from it and that's what scares me the most.
By Marcus Smith8 years ago in Poets
