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A Red Word

13 Saturday Aug 2016

Posted by lyssiepooh in feelings, Uncategorized

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anxiety, depression, life, love, mind, poetry, random, think, thoughts, worthless

THIS feeling.
An overwhelming out-pour of need.
Or maybe– want.
Loneliness is a disease.
It consumes.
But you can never truly be alone… if you love yourself.
Is it really that hard?
Yes!
How can you WANT someone to love you, if you, yourself, don’t love you.
Stricken with the idea that someone can love you–
The idea that you can possibly love yourself?
No!?
Those voices in your head.


“You’re not worth it.”


But if YOU believe this, so will everyone else.
Worthless.
A word with MORE meaning than it ever intended.

An Obsession: What Anxiety Feels Like…

10 Friday Jul 2015

Posted by lyssiepooh in Life

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anxiety, better, calmdown, choice, depression, different, family, feeling, feels, friends, grow, growingup, guide, hate, life

Stuck in your head
Feel like your dead

Staring into space
even though your mind is racing…

No one knows what’s wrong
all you know is it’s very strong

Locked up inside you
Choking you

You can’t breathe, but your mind is at ease now.

BREATHE….

Calm down
Walk around

It’s still there

All around
Everywhere

Can’t explain the feeling
What’s the meaning?

Not in control

of yourself
no one could help

Let me out of the box
with the locks

Hour by hour is just wasted
Amazing…
Can’t eat or sleep.

Restless, but stressless
Amazing, the feeling
of not being yourself

GET HELP!

Stay away from

Prozac and Valium
and hopefully in time it will pass

and at Last…

it’s over
your “Depression”
was just what it was, an Obsession.

Friends Will Always Need You…

15 Monday Jun 2015

Posted by lyssiepooh in Uncategorized

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depression, friends, herself, life, mind, need, pain, random, stories, stress, toolate

Only time could tell…
How long more, before she fell?

What’s next?
It has already been five minutes after that shocking text.

What would happen to her dearest friend?
This is not how a life is supposed to end.

She constantly tries calling her phone,
But all she gets is the dial tone.

Should she wait until everything is settled?
No, now her foot is pushing harder on the gas pedal.

Faster and faster she goes…
What she will find next, not even she knows.

Flashbacks of happier times.
What would make her friend lose her mind?

Was all her advice just in vain?
Or did it help ease the pain?

Her friend is crying now…
No one is coming, she thinks to herself.
No one cares they don’t want to help.

Please God just end it already, I don’t want to suffer.
It’s was too late, she never heard the muffler.

She runs fast up the stairs…
Her friend closes her eyes and disappears.

Nothing or no one could fight back her tears.
It had come true, her worst fear.

No one could talk her out of the guilt that she felt,
If she had got there faster, she could have helped.

The next day was spent all in black.
She’s gone, the person, who once had her back.

The hole in the ground was deep, it had no end.
And it is now the resting place of her dearest friend.

“You will never know what you have, until it’s gone.”

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