Glass shattered into a million pieces No matter how much patience, How much time, Or how much effort you put into it, You will never fix me. Then poof. Like magic. I'm a diamond. We all are.
Shattered Glass
Tag: writing
Still Trying
Those socks are so Terrifying. Why? I can feel my insides Dying, Rotting. My stuffed animals are Crying Because I’m still Trying Still… Everything is Horrifying. Why?
Trying to Recover
I don’t know what to say. Disorganized thoughts. Auditory hallucinations. Paranoid delusions. It’s all still there. It’s hidden, But they pop out from Time to time. Say “hey, we’re still Here to Hurt you.” They say “listen, We still have Control.” “We’ll still pierce Your Soul.” Please leave me Alone. I’ll say “it’s really No big deal;” I’ll think “someone Help me heal.”
War
There is a war going on inside me. It looks like lions attacking each other, It feels like being electrocuted And set on fire in the same seconds. Sometimes there is a lull in the war-- A break in the battles-- An eerie nothingness. Everything is numb. I have yet to process the trauma. I have no feelings, other than A precarious curiosity of when the next perilous battle is, And of who will win, Or if there even will be a victor. Will the lions ever tire?
Overmedicated
I wake up Hungover, Not from booze, but medication. It’s the temazepam, The quetiapine, And the mirtazapine. The only combo that gets me some shuteye Each and every night, But it leaves me feeling... Well, maybe not feeling. The cocktail of medication Leaves me numb. But my reluctant eyes were as open As my lips When I had nothing to say. Continue reading "Overmedicated"
Stuck Thoughts- A Poem
Each Thought Is Like A Stuck Gear Still Trying To Move. Someone Please Fix This; I Need Help.
Storm’s A’ Comin’- Poem by Sara
My corner of the world sleeps Mostly silent, subtracting the Sounds of snores and the cooing and crying Of the little ones. You may think it’s peaceful-- Not for long! There is a beastly storm coming, As soon as they wake up that is. If they never open their eyes, They’ll be too blinded to see the storm. Oh, But the violent storm is coming Either way. Only a few Of us see it coming. We will be prepared. We will wake up loved ones We will seek shelter, And we will survive. Open your eyes, and Save your lives. Get to safety now.
Free the Verse 