I Can’t Escape
gravity holds me down & keeps me grounded
but i wish it wouldn’t
it drags me into a deep abyss
i would much rather prefer to float into an unknown expanse
pressure makes diamonds, sure
but nobody talks about how it also makes cracks
revealing every systematic flaw
that no bandage could conceal
there’s nothing left to hide behind
the pressure has become too extreme
it has made my fortress concave & collapse
the pressure has cracked me
suffocated me until i am no more
i have no where left to turn
the everlasting pressure & suffocation is inescapable
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i remember her head
completely bald, no eyebrows or eyelashes.
i remember her sunken face
filled with pain and exhaustion.
i remember her skin
hanging on her fragile bones.
i remember the stillness
the disturbing realization there was no movement of her chest.
i remember the cold
a hug that just felt wrong.
i remember the thing, no longer her
that remained in her bed hours after she left.
and i remember time stopping
the suffocating, overwhelming understanding that she was not here anymore and never would be again.
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i want to be able to play music throughout the house, without having to censor it
i want to belt my heart out, without someone commenting on my singing
i want to spend all day cooking a meal, without someone hovering, asking questions left and right
i want to bathe whenever i want, without worrying about strangers being right outside the door
i want to cook whenever i want, without having to wait for the bottom floor to be vacant
i want to wear whatever i like, without worrying about it being too risqué
i want to express myself how i choose, without worrying about fitting into someone’s perception of me
i want to experiment, without judgement or comment
i want to bring someone home, without having judgement passed on them or myself
i want to decorate how i like, with no religious pieces in sight
i want to breathe.
i want to be myself.
if i’m ever able to even figure out who that is.
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do yall ever feel like you're losing it because you can say something provably correct and are constantly told you are in fact saying something else that you aren't saying and you literally doubt yourself 24/7 because you feel like you can't never be confident in your words
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maybe sometimes anxiety is not overthinking but finally realizing the horrors that humanity has allowed itself to spiral into and we drug and distract ourselves to ease the pain of the knowledge that we will all die in the end
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I'm sure rereading our entier chat log over and over and over is helping.
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It's not that complicated.
I just need my ponytail that is loose enough that it doesn't hurt my wrist, but tight enough that it still holds my hair up.
It's simple really.
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bad bad badddd sense of impending doom and anxiety
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