Talking Circles.... O

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

O O O O O O O...over and over again...

Waking up with your head in a knot

Your mind is pulsing with unfiltered thoughts...

Cant run away, Cant get a break

Everytime you walk out your door, a whole new anxiety within you awakes.

Every move you make feels like a big chance your taking..

Never having a single straight thought that is in the making.

Life feels already overated,

wishing there was some way you can just be permanately sedated.

Trying not care about anyone or anything

Failing and find your inner anger shaking.

Feels as if you can win...

Your days go by fast, but dim

Trying to have a good day but only feeling the depression

Hoping nobody looks for you, trying to give you a little attention.

You feel as if its not needed.

Only becoming more heated.

Optimism never fits your mood,

Looking for a gun just to shoot.

Ginving up on the world seems llike a great idea,

but you know thats too much of a risk just to say "seeya"

Day in, and day out keeps rolling around.

Stuck in a circle you never asked for, never hinted for with even a single thought or sound.

Its called depression, Its called anxiety.

Its called humanity.

Its sound good at first, It sounds bad in the end....

But In the middle, Its just a huge knot you rip to shreds, that you can

NEVER mend....

Submitted: April 14, 2012

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Wow, really good! Check out my writing if you get a chance.

Sun, April 15th, 2012 1:30am

Waverly Blue

I love this, it represents like all of my days. Soo realistic

Thu, June 27th, 2013 2:43am

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