i am tired
from struggling
being pulled under
waves of unevadable panic
buried under layers of invisible pressure
suffocated by its existence
my feelings drown me
the shame makes me cry
the guilt makes me choke
the pain is paralysing
but when the waves retreat
and i am left
freezing in the wind
a lone figure
a lone mind
i am an outcast
the silence eats away
at my sanity
until i make the choice myself
to dive into the sea
for the emptiness is devastating
and so all i can do is to alternate
from shore to sea
from sea to shore
all while knowing
that staying too long in either will
kill me
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silk thin threads
PoetryExcerpt: i hold on, sweaty hands grasping- at a thousand different silk thin threads: reasons to stay. Trigger warning: includes references and abstract depictions of depression, anxiety , suicide, self harm and mental illness.
