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You fucked up a perfectly good clone is what you did. Look at it. It's got anxiety

(2ircon is @hostilemuppet 's oc)

I can't Breathe.

My hands are shaking,

Tears are crashing down my face

My eyes are red.

Inside my mind is chaos.

Racing. Running. Screaming

With things and thoughts,

That I told myself I’d ignore, forget, move on from.

The yelling,

The sound of her voice,

The look on their faces,

‘What are 5 things you can see’

The dirty floor.

The sink through the crack in the door.

The writing on the stall.

My hair in front of my eyes.

The shoes of the person in the next stall over.

‘Four things that you can feel’

My jacket in my hands.

The wall against my back.

The wetness of my face.

The tight laces of my shoes.

‘Three things you can hear’

The running of one of the sinks.

The chatter or voices.

The sound of the bell.

‘Two things you can smell’

A strong perfume.

Pollen from the open window.

‘One thing you can taste’

The blood from the cut in my mouth.

I can start to breathe.

The air is heaven on my lungs.

My eyes are still red.

Tears have crashed down my face.

My hands are still shaking

But at least I can Breathe.

@rheas-chaos-motivation

Hi! I wrote this poem a long time ago but I decided to post it. This is experience inspired. I hope you have a good day!

Today I took Thiocodin and I feel really really fine, I don't want them to stop working because I know I'll feel like shit again

I like to write here about how I feel, about my day, life, I feel like my profile and my posts here are my diary

The codeine pills have stopped working and I'm starting to feel anxious again. FUCK.

I don't want it. I don't want it. I'm scared.

Depression makes you do things you never thought you would ever do. The desire to escape from one's own thoughts and reality is stronger than common sense.

I feel like shit

Today is all about making wishes and everyone is hoping that next year will be as good or better. I wish you that, but really only the number on the back changes, nothing else, no miracles. For people with depression or other conditions, it's still the same shit. Nothing can change this thinking.

Since 2019, I spend New Year's Eve in pajamas, it's sad, but fighting with my own mind is hard as hell. Depression, neurosis and anxiety disorder are a swam.

I really want to be happy. I want my mind to be free of it all. I want to live normally like other people. As I write this with tears in my eyes, it is tearing me apart into little pieces that will never be put back together again.

I'd rather sleep all day so not to feel this emptiness, hopelessness, sadness and aversion to everything

I can't find a place, I'm not interested in anything, I don't even enjoy watching series or movies and I've always loved it, I can't find anything to watch that interests me. I hate depression.

I went back to self-harming and on the one hand I feel satisfied, and on the other I know that if my family found out, they would be broken and disappointed

That blade I'm holding is my only friend