Sink into my mind

Hoolihooli

Sink into my mind 

and I’ll keep the water running 

I love the feeling of the water running down my arms 

Because it reminds me how I’m real 

drawn in by its charms

although lost in judgement, how do I appeal?

soon after the water finishes draining 

I will have a mental breakdown 

too much pressure it’s too straining 

they treat me like I am a playground 

But this is when my patience runs out

  • Author: Hoolihooli (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2022 20:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: it’s the worst feeling when you know it’s coming and there’s nothing you can do about it, it feels like you’re watching an hour glass tick away as you watch yourself slowly go even more insane
  • Category: Sad
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  • Noah Malice

    best to face it bravely. lovely write hooli. i absolutely feel the energy.

    • Hoolihooli

      Thank you for the kind words

    • L. B. Mek

      if You
      are harming, Yourself
      then
      You
      are adding, to Your
      suffering..
      there's nothing cool, necessary
      or useful, in such actions
      whatever your warped mindset
      may make you believe..
      if, You
      have a strong enough
      Willpower
      to harm , yourself
      then Please
      utilise that same, Willpower
      to Seek help..
      remember, You
      are not alone! nor
      are You, the only One
      battling
      for your survival
      please, stay strong!
      ( https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/types-of-mental-health-problems/self-harm/useful-contacts/
      )
      (
      https://blog.opencounseling.co/suicide-hotlines/
      )

      • Hoolihooli

        It seems you’ve misinterpreted my poetry! I suffer from derealization which means sometimes I feel like I’m not real and there’s random moments where I become very aware that I am real, I do not self harm or any of the such. Showers and water running down my arms are a different texture so it reminds me that this is real, sometimes I think life is a dream that is all 🙂

        • L. B. Mek

          even better! please
          forgive my foolish, over reaction
          all the best with your condition



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