You just stare through me by em-special, literature
Literature
You just stare through me
It's pointless me trying to explain
You never understand
I don't even think you listen
You just hear what you want
You twist it to fit with you
I know how much your hurting
I can see it
It's clear
But you cant see me
I'm sat here
Right next to you
But you wont look at me
You just stare through me
My pain is getting worse
The cracks are getting bigger
Yet you still don't see
Why cant you just open your eyes?
Stop thinking about you for once
Help those your meant to care for
Stop!
Take time for me
Please
I don't ask for much
I just wish for you to listen
To acknowledge I'm here
To give me a meaning to all this
Bric
I've been suffering with this feeling for months now,
it seems to go at times,
it appears to leave me,
but things are never so simple,
its never truly gone,
its always there,
eating away at me,
destroying all that I've built up
taking me apart,
piece by piece I'm fading away,
leaving me exposed
even more scared an alone than ever.
I don't know what I'm meant to do,
how do I stop it?
Can I stop it?
It plagues me always,
sitting there like an even evil spirit
waiting to get me
waiting to tear into me,
to leave me open and exposed.
Who can help me?
Can I help myself?
Because I feel I'm not able to,
its cut me do
Im being stabbed by a thousand knives
Having a pneumatic drill thunder through my skull
Im being repeatedly kicked in the stomach
Having my heart ripped out and stamped on
Im left all alone
Suffering in silence
And all because I care
Ive been told that caring is a positive thing
That its not something many of us are good at
But that its one of my best qualities
Im not so sure
How can something so great
Make me experience such pain?
I want to be able to show I care
Its part of who I am
I dont ever wish to change
No matter what happens
Ill always care for you
Just at times
Its all so busy
There are people all around me
Chattering away on their phones
Walking and talking to the person theyre with
Or some are simply strolling along alone
But all with one thing in common
Their faces are all so full of smiles
So full of joy
Their laugher and happiness fills the air
Going off to work, to lunch
To meet up with others
Or simply off for nice refreshing cuppa
Yet their all off somewhere
They all have a purpose, a meaning
But then there is me
Stuck in the middle of it all
Nowhere to go, no purpose, no meaning
Im not even sure what Im doing here
Let alone how I got here
I
All i want to do is scream by em-special, literature
Literature
All i want to do is scream
All I want to do is scream and cry
I have no idea why I feel like this
But I dont feel that I can
I dont know what will happen if I do
If Ill come out it better
If in fact I come out the other side at all
If I could stop this feeling
I want to know how
I live a busy life
Full of people everywhere I turn
But I feel so alone
This emptiness will have to go soon
But if only I just knew how
I know I cant be the only one
Yet it feels as though I am
So empty an alone
You just stare through me by em-special, literature
Literature
You just stare through me
It's pointless me trying to explain
You never understand
I don't even think you listen
You just hear what you want
You twist it to fit with you
I know how much your hurting
I can see it
It's clear
But you cant see me
I'm sat here
Right next to you
But you wont look at me
You just stare through me
My pain is getting worse
The cracks are getting bigger
Yet you still don't see
Why cant you just open your eyes?
Stop thinking about you for once
Help those your meant to care for
Stop!
Take time for me
Please
I don't ask for much
I just wish for you to listen
To acknowledge I'm here
To give me a meaning to all this
Bric
I've been suffering with this feeling for months now,
it seems to go at times,
it appears to leave me,
but things are never so simple,
its never truly gone,
its always there,
eating away at me,
destroying all that I've built up
taking me apart,
piece by piece I'm fading away,
leaving me exposed
even more scared an alone than ever.
I don't know what I'm meant to do,
how do I stop it?
Can I stop it?
It plagues me always,
sitting there like an even evil spirit
waiting to get me
waiting to tear into me,
to leave me open and exposed.
Who can help me?
Can I help myself?
Because I feel I'm not able to,
its cut me do
Im being stabbed by a thousand knives
Having a pneumatic drill thunder through my skull
Im being repeatedly kicked in the stomach
Having my heart ripped out and stamped on
Im left all alone
Suffering in silence
And all because I care
Ive been told that caring is a positive thing
That its not something many of us are good at
But that its one of my best qualities
Im not so sure
How can something so great
Make me experience such pain?
I want to be able to show I care
Its part of who I am
I dont ever wish to change
No matter what happens
Ill always care for you
Just at times
Its all so busy
There are people all around me
Chattering away on their phones
Walking and talking to the person theyre with
Or some are simply strolling along alone
But all with one thing in common
Their faces are all so full of smiles
So full of joy
Their laugher and happiness fills the air
Going off to work, to lunch
To meet up with others
Or simply off for nice refreshing cuppa
Yet their all off somewhere
They all have a purpose, a meaning
But then there is me
Stuck in the middle of it all
Nowhere to go, no purpose, no meaning
Im not even sure what Im doing here
Let alone how I got here
I
All i want to do is scream by em-special, literature
Literature
All i want to do is scream
All I want to do is scream and cry
I have no idea why I feel like this
But I dont feel that I can
I dont know what will happen if I do
If Ill come out it better
If in fact I come out the other side at all
If I could stop this feeling
I want to know how
I live a busy life
Full of people everywhere I turn
But I feel so alone
This emptiness will have to go soon
But if only I just knew how
I know I cant be the only one
Yet it feels as though I am
So empty an alone
What Mental Illness Feels Like by MouseMakesMess, literature
Literature
What Mental Illness Feels Like
It feels like you're a prisoner
In your own mind
Holding you hands up to your
Looking glass eyes
But not able to escape
It feels like being close to yourself
All the time
But not knowing who you are
Wanting to get close to others
But terrified of letting them in
It feels like wanting to kill all your emotions
So you don't hurt anymore
It feels like the physical pain you cause yourself
Just to kill all the pain
You hold buried inside
It feels like starving your body
Because you feel like a bad person
And like you need to be punished
For all the things you've done - past and present
That those around you say weren't your faul