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I Am SchizophreniaShh.
Don't tell.
Shut up.

Sit there.
And don't
Say
Anything.

"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."

Turn off the light.
On again.
Off.
"What are you doing?"
Breaking.
Dying.
"Nothing."

Stare.
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Shut up.

Scream.

Rip your hair out.

Cover your eyes.
Uncover them.
Cover them again.

Lock the door.
But look
Now you're trapped.
Unlock it.
Lock it again.

"What's wrong?"
Everything.
"Nothing."

Don't take the medication.
It's poison.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
Don't sleep.

You
Won't
Survive.

"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I

Bipolar DisorderLook over your shoulder. They're watching you.
Tighten your stomach muscles.
Bounce your leg up and down.
Faster.
Faster.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"I'm fine."

Shut up.
Don't say anything.
Feel it, feel the thoughts melting from your mind.
Freeze.
Stare.
Laugh.
"What are you doing?"
Dying.
"Nothing."

They're behind you.
Kill them before they kill you.
"What's wrong?"
Please save me.
"Nothing."

Crazy. You're crazy.
No one wants you.
Pull the trigger.
Do it.

"Please tell me what's wrong."
You wouldn't understand.
"Nothing."

Laugh.

Smile.

Scream.

"Who are you? I don't know you anymore."
I'm a nobody.
I am Bipolar Dis

Holding HandsA child interlocking fingers with
His mother...
As his father lies
In a casket
Of roses and sweet memories.

Children high five and
Hold hands to
Dance, and
Spin.

Hands, used to hold flowers and
To give a gift to those in need.
Used to
Brush the hair out of her face
Before the kiss.

As he asks for her hand in marriage
she smiles
And allows him to place a shining ring
On her finger.

Hands.
Used to hug one another
only leading
To falling
In love.

Fingers.
Used to tickle a piano
with a soothing melody
or to type a letter of sorrow
As we use our hands to
Slide the knife
Across our throat.

And with the future

I Don't Need A MakeupI want to remove this paint in my face
To be simple and be myself
Uncomfortable in this gorgeous phase
True beauty, I want to see for yourself

I don't need any eye liner
Making my eyes dark and sad
It isn't good nor better
For me, I look like bad

I don't need a lipstick
Coloring my lips cherry red
It makes me sick, and i can't speak
For it is being said

I don't need a makeup, I am beautiful
People just don't see its true
They want me to put some more, plentiful
For they are used to

They make me look like a clown
If I wore makeup again
For me, they are putting me down
Like saying that I'm ugly for being me, now and then

-SL

I'm here for you, Silly.I wish you'd stop!
Stop yourself from hating the person I love.
Can't you see what you're making her do?
Everyday, she has to put a fake smile on...
She tries to act invisible, and she doesn't realize that I see her and the rest of the pain and misery she brings with her.
She's starving herself, and she doesn't seem to get that I'm here and that I care for her.
She cuts her arms, forcing herself to hide her beautiful body.
She cries, every night, and every time she does I feel so useless...
I wish I'd help her.
I wish she see that I am here.
I'm here for her, all the time.
I just wish she'd notice it.

Now, please, wake up.

The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.

Am IAm I invisible?
Because you ignore me,
Am I that shadow on the ground?
Because you're walking over me.

Am I camouflaged?
Because you deliberately turn your back on me,
Am I alive?
Because you act as though I don't exist.

Am I dead?
Because you look at me as though I'm a spirit,
Am I just a colour?
Because you judge me as though I am.

Am I unwanted?
Because you make me feel that way.
Am I just a fish in the sea?
Because you caught me, but then you let go.

The colour of my skin doesn't defy the person inside,
Whether I'm Brown, Black, Yellow or White;
The words you use to hurt me,
Cannot take away my pride.

BullyShh.
Shut up.
Don't
Say
Anything.

Run.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.

Scream.

Fear.

Die.

Demons in the shadows
Twisting
Turning
Staring.
Watch yourself
Bleeding.

Quiet now.
Hush, child.
They'll find a way
To get you.

Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You.
Breaking.
Crying.
Dying.

After all
You know you're weak.

You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.

Dead HoursLater has come and gone, my friend
Were time to exist,
it would be against us
Our eyes will not appear
until the sun disappears
Where you are blind, we see

Close your eyes and walk awhile
You'll find the roads narrow,
the nights shorter,
and the days without end

I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Stop.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
"A little."

Punch your own stomach.
Harder.
Harder.
Does it hurt yet?
Yes.
Keep going.
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."

Stare.
Cry.
Scream.
Stop.
Keep staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
"Nothing."

"Emotional freak."
I'm just depressed.
"Sorry."

Stare at your arms.
Your stomach.
Your waist.
Your thighs.
"What are you doing?"
I'm ugly.
"Never mind."

"Attention seeker."
I just have low self esteem.
"I'm sorry."

Cuts.
Scars.
Tears.
Emotions.

"Emo."
"Sc

ObsoleteObsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

Just remember this world,

This univ

Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any

I wan't to be here, for you.Is it really that hard?
All I want to do... All I've ever wanted to do was to make everyone happy.
I'm sorry I'm trying to help.
I'm sorry for giving you all my time and attention...
You say no body cares about you, but I do!
Wake up from your dream, open your eyes and smile that toothy grin my heart has been dreading to see.

Don't push me away.

Please.

please.

I wan't to be here.

Only me...I'm fighting, I'm crying
I'm dying inside.
Just please,
wont you take the pain aside.
I'm wading through the
shallow depths of my depression.
All I need to feel,
is some compassion.
Surely this is not right,
not meant to be.
Because through-and-through,
I'm only me.
But I will be strong.
I will cope.
Even with all this wrong.
I will make my own hope.

No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you were
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced

Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead

Dear destructive ten

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As his father lies
In a casket
Of roses and sweet memories.

Children high five and
Hold hands to
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Spin.

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To give a gift to those in need.
Used to
Brush the hair out of her face
Before the kiss.

As he asks for her hand in marriage
she smiles
And allows him to place a shining ring
On her finger.

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Used to hug one another
only leading
To falling
In love.

Fingers.
Used to tickle a piano
with a soothing melody
or to type a letter of sorrow
As we use our hands to
Slide the knife
Across our throat.

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Beauty.

Breath.
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Cancer

by ~MikkiMarie, Jan 4, 2013, 8:35:42 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Feel the pain aching through your bones
Your flesh, seemingly fading to dust
Your mind, burning
Your thoughts, racing.
Dying.
Breaking.

"It'll be okay."
No it won't.
"I know."

Fight the tears, your father can't see you cry.
After all
You're a fighter.
Right?

"You can do this."
No, I can't.
"Thank you."

Breathe.
Slower.
Slower.
No.
Faster.
Stop.

Shut up.

You
Can't
Win.

After all
You don't have cancer.

Cancer
Is who you are.

Cancerby ~MikkiMarie

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2013 ~MikkiMarie

This is what I'd imagine goes through a person's head when they have cancer.
Of course, everyone is different.
And some people may not go into depression after hearing about Cancer and maybe they really do believe in the happy thoughts, unlike I was expressing here.
I'm sorry if I was wrong D:

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~paultrainer Feb 21, 2013

I see things I have never experienced. To be able and helpless because you cant help is in your poem too....[link]......

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*MySocksRock Jan 5, 2013

This is pretty much exactly what went through my head... each of the three times I found out I had cancer.

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~MikkiMarie Jan 5, 2013

I'm so sorry

but thank you so much!!!! ^.^

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~brighter06 Jan 5, 2013 Traditional Artist

incredible and genius!

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~MikkiMarie Jan 5, 2013

Thanks so much

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*AliHutch Jan 4, 2013 Student Writer

Someone very close to me made it through Cancer. I think this was kind of what was going through his head; that and fear. This is really good.

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~MikkiMarie Jan 4, 2013

Thanks so much!

I'm glad he made it through cancer ^.^

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~Flower7052 Jan 4, 2013

this is really good! my gran had cancer and died due to complications and judging by what she went through this is pretty accurate.

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~MikkiMarie Jan 4, 2013

I'm so sorry

Thank you so much though!

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Mood: Optimism

~Flower7052 Jan 4, 2013

its fine! I'm used to things happening because my friend died two years later. It's fine though because I have a wonderful family and I am still going. I am going to do a 25 mile walk in April to raise money for a cancer charity as well so knowing I can help others keeps me going!

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