I read depressing stories
The lives of countless others
(i suck at writing poetry, these are just seperate thoughts, somewhat)
Cause me pain and pity
Makes my eyes stare blankly out
And go back to my lil world
Where i daydream about
The shitty, ugly truth left behind
From an abnormal past
Not as bad as others
But still worse in its own way
I read these depressing stories
My month old habit
That died down for a while
Of choking myself
I feel an urge to wring my neck
I can feel where my fingers used to be
Feels like its been scarred into my neck
And now i must depart
Into my lil world
And then i will choke again… (i just choked out)
As soon as i just satisfied my habit
Drool left my mouth
My head feels light
My brain is… Dumb?
( thought i couldnt write poetry but idk, is it poetry?)
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Anything that makes me feel something emotional is poetry, in my book. Thanks Rogue, that’s a powerful piece. You mention a lot of things I’ve been feeling… the idea that my problems aren’t as bad as the ones I read about here, but at the same time I feel like I can’t manage.
Like you said, I also like to escape into my own private world of daydreams, tho it’s getting harder & harder.
What does choking do for you? Is there something else you can substitute instead? I dunno, like locking yourself in a room and blasting some music at high volume (or headphones if you don’t want to wake the neighborhood). There are other ways to block out the world. You’re good at writing your thoughts… how about some more? There are a lot of poetry fans on this site, including me.