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How to stop being mentally ill in 5 easy steps no glue no borax?

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My mom freaking out every time someone points out her bad parenting is hilarious like she can't seem like a bad person to the "outsiders" seeing her freak and try to 'fix' me is hilarious

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How can a person think about everything all at once yet break done when asked if they think they are enough. How can a person be hearkened and yet they keep retching their words like a vortex of unspoken words till the ocean tilts beckoning breath

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I can't breathe

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Having another fucking depression episode

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I mess up everything

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I, a moth between your teeth.

I, a moth born beneath your ribs

a cage to keep our heart and lungs from collapsing.

A cage, meant to protect.

But don’t cages do the opposite?

Ribcage—

a euphemism for everything unspoken,

that dies even before it gets stuck between our teeth.

Your heart formed the words,

but kept them caged,

killed the lungs

that never quite learned how to breathe

beneath this quiet hesitation

they never wanted to learn

I, a moth,

tried to find the light.

I, a moth, stitched all your unspoken words to my wings

despite being crushed under their weight,

preventing my flight.

I, a moth suffocating at the edges of your mouth,

aching for a glimpse of light.

I, a moth that died between your teeth

under the weight,

the weight of your unspoken words

you never let breathe.

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The silence is deafening. It is swallowing me. I am seeping into a black hole. My hands ache from reaching. The stars are too far. I wish—i wish they would reach for me. Just this once.

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Crawling my way to stars— airborne, life is so afar.

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The dandelions that I put by my ear are now creeping upon my rusted skull— where did all the time go?

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The lakes of my brusied eyes are in a rose tinted disguise so I'll swim too in the lakes of violets. I'll live in denial. I'll swim and if I end up drowning. The violets will muddle with my lungs. I'll die with flowers in my lungs. And a haze of floral death.

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I'll carry the wisteria with me that grew on me as i waited like a stone. It will strangle me when I breathe. To remind me of the times i was silent.

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Every word you say is like a fallen star that never burned never got to be greater just— fell

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Anxiety feels like a ticking bomb about to go off but it never does to a point you start wishing it should

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I am scared to wake up from this trance. I will not recognise this place. I will not recognise my face. I'll look in the mirror and see a ghost. Long buried without its bones.

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My self esteem is invisible to the naked eye

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If nobody sees me, do I even exist?