Yesterday is just a blur,
I was working innocently,
unknowing,
I wasn’t a match for such craft,
the voices consumed me,
screeching in my mind,
deluding it,
I can’t remember,
I just know there was fear,
and bleeding,
tears, and humiliation,
they were taunting me so I ran,
I ran out of my comfort zone,
into the unknown,
They terrorised me,
but it’s hard to describe
what I cannot recall,
all I know is what they told me,
I was lost in a psychotic blackout,
lost and alone,
Both sides feuding,
whilst others looked on
in what could only be fear,
or sympathy,
I don’t know,
they told me I cut my hair,
but I couldn’t see,
my hair was level and neat,
they said it’s because
they cut it level again,
I found a gauze pad on my leg,
and the doctor outside,
I’d stabbed my leg,
and they did the only thing they could,
they took me to the hospital,
increased my medication
and offered psychotherapy,
I didn’t need to be sectioned they said,
I’m not insane,
and it never happened before,
and I’m praying never again,
It’s so hard to know
that you did all those things,
but not consciously remember it,
I know I’m not crazy,
but those things I did;
are crazy
and nothing can disguise that,
I’ll never forget that day,
when I lost all control,
and I acted like the crazy voice
inside my head,
I acted like I was possessed so maybe,
maybe I am…crazy,
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This happened to me yesterday and it was so hard writing this poem and recalling...what I couldn't recall...
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i remember
it's a great write though
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omgosh. this is such a scary poem. whoa, it happened to you? i'm sorry you had to go through that, must've been pretty traumatising. this poem expressed your feelings and emotions at that particualar point in time very well. i love this poem, and the intensity of your words. keep penning and keep smiling
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I feel your pain & anxiety, the inner turmoil you feel. I have gone through some of the same feelings and wish you God`s blessing to overcome this and look ahead to the future. There can be thin line between realitty and fantasy of mind. Do not give up. You can do it, even one day at a time. I have been on pills so long, it appears all of my life. lol. You arew not alone. Many of us can relate.
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Sometimes we step over to the other side, the side that has free reign to do what it wants. Our brain cannot handle it so it blocks it out. Emotions take over and do what ever they can to release the anxiety. This kind of emotion and it is frightening. I am happy you survived it and are here writing about it. Just remember that you are in charge of your emotions if you strive for it. Let no one take you to this place again, not even you. I feel your pain and only wish to soothe with kindness. Your poem is so very heartfelt. Hugs to you.
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I Don,t know when this was written... (I'm on ap mobile...) but i hope you're ok. I hope something helps you understand what happened. I hope you can find someone to help you through it. I hope people have shown understanding... I hope a lot of things.
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There's very little I can say except that is so well written, but it's a poem I didn't want to read. All I can do is wish you well and hope you never have the opportunity to repeat the poem.
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Well hope I don't ever see it again either...I don't mean to be rude...but if you don't want to read a poem then don't it's courtesy, thanks for reading anyway x
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It's not the poem but the content. It's not something I would like to see anybody go through, I'm just sad that you had to experience it to write it.
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Yeah me too...it was just out of the blue and I had to write it to make sense of it all *sighs*
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Its a little scary when you don't know what actually happened, and not remember what went on. This poem is actually quite mysterious.
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Tell me about it I was terrified
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