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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again like a surgeon.
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Ad nauseam
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Another morning. Tears again begin to fall. I feel like this is the last day of my life - why. Another morning - sunlight. A light so blinding. I have this feeling of guilt deep within me. Is it due to my thoughts or impending actions? I can't make sense of anything.

Always in this mindset - always so lost. so stuck.

& now I wish for today to be over.
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Melancholy fate.

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

I see myself chasing the black rabbit, I can't help myself when I know that chasing him will lead to fields of sorrows, and burrows of dead ends & no returns. Blindly, I follow, stumbling on the unseen obstacles I scrape my knees, hands and shins. The tiny abrasions cut like pins into my skin. But there is no time for self pity now. Or else the black rabbit will not wait.

And then I see him beckoning beside the rabbit hole. Come, he says, it a place of utter darkness, devoid of light. It is safe, and other one can find you here, no one else would miss you for some time yet. You can be here, your thoughts can come to.. But once you go in, it's a dead end. There is no return to a good life, no way out. So you need to chose now, if this is how you want things to be. And down the rabbit hole I go.

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

and so the depression takes over
the darkness has taken me
it swallows me whole
without even giving me to time to breathe

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

My body is the stem
I am the center
My alters are the petals
I am a flower lost in the wind

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Boy I stuffed up

and made a mess

really cut off my nose

but I must confess

and also regress

reality sucks

amen

 

Can I save anything

am I able to bring

mere kindness

perhaps mindness

baring my soul

everything old

love is all

let it fall

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Misty mystic morning rare

Crescent moon and morning star

Bless the earth we've hurt so far

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

A whisper from the dark
What was that?
Who are you?
A whisper from the dark
What do you want?
Do I know you?
A whisper from the dark
What are you doing?
Stop I don't like this?
A whisper from the dark
What is happening to me?
I feel so bad but why?
A whisper from the dark
Can't break free
I need to breathe
A whisper from the dark
It is trapping me
It is locking me away
A whisper from the dark
Why won't it stop?
I want it to let go
A whisper from the dark
Don't listen to it
It's not me
A whisper from the dark
Too strong
Can't fight it
A whisper from the dark
I'm slipping away
I can't hold on
A whisper from the dark
It's not a whisper any more
It's too late I'm going to fall
A whisper from the dark
It controls me now
I give up so I let go
Whisper in the dark
It has won
Bye bye world
I can't go on...
Suddenly a bright light shines
A hand reaches out and grabs hold of mine
Slowly the light helps me up
It builds up my strength
The whisper in the dark
Slowly loses control
The light helps me see
The whisper in dark
Slowly begins to fade
As the light takes over the darkness
The whisper in the dark
Runs out of hiding places
Till finally....
The whisper in the dark
Is just a bad memory