Mental Health – PenAndPaperStories

Forgiveness

Pebbles and rocks Rivers and sand People and places Fantasy be damned… And over the edge Where fantasies live No hunger or suffering Just something to give…. And numb as it was Alive was inside Not for what was lost- But for what finally had died.

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Break

Yes!
And that

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Unraveling

A moment after momentsUnraveling to start againAnother beginningBefore knowing the end A final tugTo fall apartNeatly balled upTo protect the heart And now the matterTo start it allDown the laneAnd up the wall. And when said and doneI’ll purr once moreHopefully a little betterThan those days before

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Burst

You know I’ve learned to hate you. This asshole that appears without warning. Oh I’ve learned signs, sure. Sleeping less and regular mentions of racing thoughts means it’s lurking- ready to feast on me, my emotions, and my health. The roller coaster runs despite screams and pain. Reason and logic have left the room, as […]

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Worth Seeing

I had this world Beautiful and pure Wonders everywhere Tough to ignore. Slowly fractures Impacted the lens And what was loved Turned past in tense. The fractures are mine Minutes are pure But sometimes breaks Are much to endure. Life is a shuffle Made into a race And granted before Leaves no room to replace. […]

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Mind

We are born to know you Strengthen you Build you Control you. Opportunity always open Danger near Pills and chemicals to help Or consequently destroy. Chemistry often missed In the courting effort For power The architect of fantasy. Command slowly changed Despite promise Or time Forgotten rules. Yes I was to control You! But like […]

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Illusion’s Candor

Sounds of sandpaper rubbing- Walking through drying fields Drops escaping the puddle As toes remember their feel. Noises promise company- Loneliness weighs on shoulders . . . Walking up high for peace- Leaves the body feeling colder. Pieces fit into the puzzle- Broken as eggshells on the floor . . . Knowing something is different […]

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Disorder

Spoken softly Stories are riddled Worm decadence Satan’s scribble. Humming anthems Rattling cage The war inside In which to wage. Dissolution necessary Within the head Silence the voices Respect the dead.