Any Exit Spiral

 

Melancholy
on
suicide watch,
the center cracks.
Can a hug repair pain?

 

 

Suicide Prevention Awareness Month.

The title: Any Exit Spiral is Anagram for ‘Anxiety’ and ‘Spiral’ endless depth.

Suicidal thoughts a personal struggle for many of us,
a fight to stay alive in this chaotic world.
Sometimes we are too afraid to talk to anyone
about what we are feeling inside,
its’ easy to put on a mask
and hide what we are going through.

We do not (want to ruin anyone’s day).

We are human, we are vulnerable,
we need to feel encourage and feel safe to have a conversation.

If you know anyone who is going through something…
please reach out, check up on each other,
and be there for your friend, or loved one.

 

 

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Earth Eyes Drought in Ache

 

America,
belly boiling.
Justice
heart
congested
noise.
Peaceful
vigils
mourned.

 

*Note: This poem broke my fucking heart!
What has been happening before history keeps repeating itself.
The 4 police officers involved in the death of George Floyd,
should face life in prison without parole.
The poem speaks for itself and I believe we are all angry.

#Black Lives Matter!

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Christmas Sobbing, Said the Forlorn Ruin Star

 

Christmas
scarred
&
futile,
Happiness deranged.
Decay
in
cheers, lament.

 

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The Rodents Turned Happiness a Shredded Catastrophe

Famine record player, sobbing!

The blade I use
to slice
my rotating cylinder wrist,
bleeding apocrypha.

All living plants Gloomy Sunday.

Happiness bewildered by piss puddle weather!

Behold!

The rodents shred
apart
your
acquainted compassion.

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Despondency Act 10: Now Nothing

 

Once long ago –
I imagined reaching
beyond stardom;
sadly though, nothingness
is all I ever admire.

 

 

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Despondency Act 8: Panicxiety

 

Agoraphobia
ripped open its fear;
took a peek outside –
displeased,
it crawled back in.

 

 

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