21. Panic Disorder
Tightness in my chest.
I can't breathe.
The only time I can escape
is when I fall asleep.
Tightness in my chest.
I can't breathe.
The only time I can escape
is when I fall asleep.
I am 13 years old, but I've gone through so much, well I believe I have at least. All my life I've grown up with harsh punishments, including intense beatings using belts, bamboo, and my...
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Feelings of unrelenting sorrow and fear wash over me like a wave crashing on a shore,
Painful nostalgia for younger days and panic for the ones to come,
Reminiscing on days and feelings I can never get back,
Needing to feel close to someone to pull me back from this ledge,
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Little Schizophrenic Girl, heavily medicated so she can't feel the pain.
She will never leave that hospital, never again feel snow or rain.
Tears rolled down my cheek the very first time I looked into her blue eyes.
It's so true. My daughter had 28 hospital admissions in her short battle with mental illness. I lived through as much of those 13 years as I could as I couldn't abandon her or stop hoping for...
I know you may not think so,
But I'm trying really hard.
I don't do it on purpose.
I did not pick this card.
I read this, and it touched my heart. I was labeled with many things from childhood through adulthood. I struggled greatly at home, in school, and in life. I cried as I read this poem. I...
Brian and I were polar opposites; he was loud and wild while I was more quiet and tame.
Despite our differences, both family and friends said we often looked and acted exactly the same.
I never understood it. My skin was unremarkable, nothing more than the average bruise.
I've been asked about this poem a lot. While I was once told I had a Dissociative Disorder, this poem's describing how I personally identify with things. I feel like there's two parts of me...
Anxiety rips me out of my sleep, a shock to my system like a bucket of ice water.
I open my eyes to see a demon hovering near the ceiling; fighting it will lead to my slaughter.
These demons cover the Earth like the oxygen we can't see.
I hear them there every day.
Why will they not go away?
They tell me that I'll be betrayed.
Will it really be that way?
Just wanted to say that I loved your poem. I can relate to it so well because I have those same voices inside my head since I was like 15 and I'm almost 49 now and they are even worse today...
No words can describe what I feel when I look at you.
The glory of your smile brings light to this place.
So simple yet so impossible to understand.
Every move you make is taken in with grace.
This is exactly how I feel. I have always suffered with mental health issues, but when my partner left me last year, I fell to pieces. Even more than a year on, I struggle every day with...
I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.
I was diagnosed schizo-effective at 35 but I was having problems way before then. I began hearing voices when I was 29. I lost who I was and became something else. I was always wild and...
The fire that rages
from within my rib cage is
weakening the bones
that should make me strong.
I scream, yet I am not heard.
I try to talk, but my mouth won't open.
I am not myself anymore,
but I can tell that to no one.
A storm is coming, my chest is tightening and it's hard to breathe.
Like a giant noose, life is smothering me.
I would do anything to not feel this pain.
Make it stop, I want to laugh again.
She's beauty, style, poise and grace,
At least she appears to be.
But no one knows the girl who hides
Behind the face they see.
I myself have a daughter that is now going to be 26 in a little over a month. She doesn't leave the house at all, she comes to my house and to her Dr's appointments but not by choice. They...
Take a step back,
Learn how to breathe.
Take a step back
And just be.
This was a beautiful poem about taking control. I deeply enjoyed this, especially because at the moment, I am going under quite a large amount of stress. There is a huge exam that includes...
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat changed me to this way.
Hate and death seem to be with me to stay.
It is in the dark of night
When insomnia sings me awake
To the tune of lullabies
And the rhythm of mindful blight.
I love the intimacy between the poet and these "hindrances." The relationship between nature, insomnia and anxiety around the poet at first is inviting, and calming. It isn't until daylight,...
She is skillful at deceiving.
No one even has a clue.
Her pretty words are weaving
Throughout the souls of me and you,
Hey,
I understand how you feel. It's really sad when people don't notice. Sometimes, I need a hug, but there's no one to give me the hug, so, I hug myself and tell myself it's going to be...
Dear Mom,
Have you forgotten?
Sitting, waiting, hoping
I don't know how to tell you I'm afraid without feeling weak.
I don't know how to tell you I'm hurting and how I wish this pain would cease.
I don't know how to tell you I'm lonely without feeling incomplete.
I don't know how to tell you I'm tired and how I wish this burden would decrease.
Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie