Fight or flight
It’s the feeling of asking for help
Falling silent in the night
Do you see me?
I am fighting
Knowing if I stopped it would free me
Yet, here I stand asking for help
It’s falling or deaf ears that cannot understand
Using all my strength I give a final yelp
“Get a hobby! Try exercise”
Translation is save yourself
And If I can’t They will chastise
But I’ve grown weak
And I was born broken
Scolded for the toxic coping because it’s meek
I am tired
But I can’t sleep
Even still I leave them on read
no one can help someone in this deep
Though I didn’t come in to the world alone
That is how I will leave
My hearts turned to stone
The fight is over soon the flight will begin
In their seats
They all discuss my mortal sin
Asking themselves why
As they say their final good bye
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Author:
suicidekitten (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2019 02:02
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
Very emotive write but if you keep writing those feelings will son turn into joy the wonder of your new future.
Welcome to MPS.
You are not alone. Turn to the pen whenever your feelings become to overwhelming. You express yourself well.
A sad poem, but I see power in it, the power to overcome. Keep on writing!
Fight or flight mode. I connected this with my anxiety and I understand your pain. I really enjoyed this write. Can’t wait to read more.
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