Dear Snow flakes,The first smallest flakes fell to the ground,Dear Snow flakes, by ~awakebutasleep
More and more came, they were all around.
My head tilted high,
I looked at the sky,
And crossed my fingers to make a wish.
So simple, that maybe it would come true.
I hoped that the snow would come down like rain,
A blur of white, all dancing tonight, they'd break these chains.
I just hope that the flakes could help me,
numb this pain.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.Tick. Tick. Tick.Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. by ~awakebutasleep
Is this sound even real?
It barely there, So small so strong.
But crawls deeper into my skin.
A twitch or two escape me.
My breath gets shallow,
I try to swallow more air,
But the buzzing sound is still there.
I most not comply, not today, not tonight.
I sit here, hands clasped together, and knuckles as white as my bare walls.
For today, is the second day,
I've tried to make the OCD habit's go away.
Entrapped.The darkness called my name,Entrapped. by ~awakebutasleep
an enticing sound, all around.
the deepest black, seeped through the cracks, wrapping its negative around me,
at first I choked for air, for happiness, and for love.
but after time was lost, I gave in, let its cold fluid pump through my veins,
so much pain,
so. much. pain.
Signs.A lot of people say they didn't see the signs of that neighbor, or the friend,Signs. by ~awakebutasleep
Many said they didn't realize that person life was coming to an end,
A passerby with a sour face, would soon dissipate.
No one notices the crying child,
for her tears are silenced, not loud and wild.
Day by day we pass them by,
stranger or not, we avoid there cries.
We are all wound up in our own little black bubble,
For that we have no radar for other people's troubles.