You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
{Halloween the norm?)
(Warning! -- not suitable for children
to read nor for folks presently having
mental issues. This short work is very
graphic and emotionally disturbing)
Sanity Loosely Defined
Is that a pimple to be punctured
or a sacred breast?
could they be real severed little-boy
testicles, fresh and raw, entree
for modern day
medical cannibals?~
arranged appealingly on
a ritual Progressive Plate
baked in dried flesh flour
for once human turned demon
to revoltingly devour?!
Sacrilegious Alternative Venue,
Culinary Institute of the New World Order
all inclusive Satanic Menu --
I Am with you!
Yes I exits
But nobody can see?
As I am staying in your brain.
I am really enjoying there,
Giving you a lot of hidden pain.
You want to release from me,
But nobody is listening you.
As the day passes,
I am overshadowing your brain.
Making you happy other time sad,
For sake of my identity I m losing yours.
You being lost impenetrable,
Asking for help in silent.
As you are useless, society passes by you,
I think I am about to win.
Called by suffering from mental issues,
Now they finally see my existence.
But its too late,
As, I m staying in other one.
I know I have trust issues.
No, I don't need any tissues.
You can't help me with my mental issues.
This is my mess I can't let it continue.
Find it in yourself to back off, allow me room to breathe.
Let me work on the parts still out of reach.
Please just ignore me, I don't want to be a leach.
Relying on you is more than I can bear.
I know that this isn't quite fair.
I know it's like I'm pushing you away without care.
This is my battle once I conquer it I will share.
I forgive myself for
Being attracted to someone
Who does not respect me
I forgive myself for being
Somebody overwhelmed with jealousy
I was ashamed
Why would I be jealous over somebody
Who don’t belong to me
What’s wrong with me
I was ashamed to talk about it
Cause I know that’s crazy
Who do I talk to about this
Who can I talk to who won’t Judge me
I’m lonely
If someone felt that way about me
I would think they are crazy
And that they have some mental issues
But that Person is actually me
Why me
So if someone come to me
And they feel the same way
About anybody
I will not judge
Praying for strength to help out
To give this person advice with acceptance and love
Everything happens for a reason
Forgive and love yourself
Let it go
Let's all stand up and voice our disapproval
Of an incompetent leader and vote for his removal
Has serious mental issues
The dilemma continues
Won't rest easy till the end of this debacle
Feeling better... yay!!!
Empty socket pocket-tears upstairs
are always pirate hiding someone else’s
precious memories,
down in their dark chest cellar
Gutter dwellers
got the intellectual eviction blues
Same ol’ decisions
be bringing
different mental issues bad news
No money, mo’ problems
Mo’ money, it’s the other end
of the same scurvy thing
Pulled trigger solution:
prison or suicide
is a double barrel bang bang
Lobotomy surgery ...
cranial poverty disease contained
Walking vegetables —
Did they really ever care
if they were boiled or baked,
deep fried or froze?
An attic full of nothing
is zero stacked there now
But double nothing
was there before anyhow
Mental poverty —
have pity on the labor busy poor,
and compassion on the lazy, idol rich
This malady afflicts them
more than common greed lust does most
Alzheimer destiny,
waves of brain dead on the shore ...
blind blanks fate washed into a ditch
Upstairs room glows dim,
it’s near hospice time to send an obit post
WHAT KILLED THE APPLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
What Caused the Apple to Decay and Die
Was it the Same Factors for You and I
Was it Exposed To Much Drought or Rain
Was it Subject To Highs of Joy and Pain
Was it a Birds Peck, That Let the Worms in
Was it Jealousy N Envy Let Erosion Begin
Was it an Early Winter a Sudden Freeze
Was it Impossible for Loved Ones to Please
Was it High Winds That Loosened its Hold
Was it Loses That Caused Desires to Fold
Was it Aphids, Mold or an Other Disease
Was it Unending Needs to Always Appease
Was Pesticides in the Sap That Made it Shrink
Was it Constant Pressure, Driven to the Brink
Was it Not Picked to Be Among The Best
Was it Physical N Mental Issues Causing Unrest
For the Apple and Me There Is One Cause
We All Start out or Develop Built in Flaws
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