Anxiety, pain. Hatred for horrid situations.
If only I said what I see, memories for years there, remembered.
Only done through ignorance.
Especially from youself,
The only way to continue,
Only way to get by.
If only it was seen,
Anxiety, scars caused by such the simplest things sometimes,
Memories of how they are always remembered.
The minds of people,
Could see the effect they have,
Wounds they inflict,
The bloodied mess they can leave upon a mind.
Making one unravel,
Until its doing the dirty work itself.
A torture beyond torture.
Mind racing as panic sets in.
Too tired to continue writig, but I must.
Seeing a desolate landscape,
A deserted field.
All tried to be ignored,
Only goes so far.
With pain deep, panic grows. And harm already done.
Just finished writing the last poem, thoughts were flowing through my head and I need to write another. Thinking about blame, miscommunication and the lack of truth encountered in daily life. I am too tired to write this, 2 hours of sleep for the last 3 nights. But I must, otherwise I probably won’t get any anyway.
People saying one thing, blaming another, blaming for not doing when it was done or blaming for explaining a situation. It’s funny. Clarification often in real life is blamed. I would never as it is either useful or at worst it’s totally useless. A win-win situation. This produces anxiety, worry, concern and my own paranoia. Even now, before bed, memories stabbing at me. From even weeks ago. Even a lot further than weeks ago. Recent. All the same. If only instead of anxiety, it would produce hate in my mind rather than self deprivation and hurt, then I would be less anxious, but would show a lot more anger considerably. Something I’ve controlled. Quite frankly, I’m too scared of myself getting angry than anything. I can remember times being angry from even the age of 7, rage and thoughts running through my mind, even specific causes and moments. I was, an scared of getting angry. So I have purposely not, hide it, calm it, release it slowly in angry but empty thoughts.