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Rebecca Hodgkinson Poem
my depression is like trying to live whilst dead,
its like a barrier holding me down to my bed,
sometimes I think I might as well be blind because everything seems like a blur in my mind ,
it always makes me feel like a failure so I start doing destructive behaviour ,
the voice in my head tells me not to eat ,
a day consuming 100 calories makes me feel complete ,
trying to resist the urge to self harm is like being chassed by a bear and trying to stay calm ,
depression always attacks me out of the blue and he brings his other half with him too ,
they call her anxiety she hurts and despises me ,
she always tells me nasty lies when I think positive she allways has to rationalise ,
im petrified of going to sleep people say why don't you try and count sheep, because when you think your going to die negative thoughts tend to multiply ,
my heart starts palpitating it get so agravating ,
my whole body starts shaking my conciusness feels like its fading ,
all these symptoms are coping mechanisms but I cant breath I think im having a pulmonary emblysm ,
I know what im feeling arnt harmful but I feel like when eric banna turns into hulk from marvel,
its really draining feeling this low I wish there was an ecape somewhere to go ,
what is the cause of this nasty stimulation is it my past or a gene mutation,
all my memories are so traumatic my stress response is now automatic ,
I can never sleep at night because of the thoughts rushing through my head ,
but during the day my anxiety depression always keeps me strapped to my bed.
Rebecca Hodgkinson 17
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Rebecca Hodgkinson Poem
We see ourselves as flaws and imperfections,
we see models airbrushed and photo shoped into the ideal perfect shape.
but who are we to say that every one thats not edited is not beautiful,
You see a puppy has saggy skin ,
chubby belly ,
they have loads of hair ,
they come in all different shapes sizes and colours,
some have dots some wont,
some have pointy ears others wont,
but us humans are told on the daily that if we have them flaws we are imperfect and uncoverable, but i bet u see that puppy with all the flaws you hate in yourself as one of the most beuitiful lovebal creation ever existed.
Rebecca Hodgkinson
Copyright © Rebecca Hodgkinson | Year Posted 2019
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Rebecca Hodgkinson Poem
We see ourselves as flaws and imperfections,
we see models airbrushed and photo shoped into the ideal perfect shape.
but who are we to say that every one thats not edited is not beautiful,
You see a puppy has saggy skin ,
chubby belly ,
they have loads of hair ,
they come in all different shapes sizes and colours,
some have dots some wont,
some have pointy ears others wont,
but us humans are told on the daily that if we have them flaws we are imperfect and uncoverable, but i bet u see that puppy with all the flaws you hate in yourself as one of the most beuitiful lovebal creation ever existed.
Rebecca Hodgkinson
Copyright © Rebecca Hodgkinson | Year Posted 2019
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