Writing Prompt

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Every day seems the same

The voices won’t go away

They talk so fast and loud

Reminding me of my flaws

My worthlessness growing

Mind swirling, thoughts turn

They tell me how to escape

“Fight pain with more pain

Slit your wrist and hide away

Don’t let anyone find out”

I know they’re wrong but

They’re also quite right

So I cut my pain away

Tell everyone that I’m fine

Even when I’m dying in...

Every day seems the same

Swallow a handful of pysch pills

Open a mailbox full of medical bills

Measuring my life by insurance claim

Every tablet is money down the drain.

I clock into a job I can do with the blues.

Where all my coworkers live by Fox News.

And whisper about patients with needle tracked veins.

Mamas bring their babies to keep them alive.

I think about four months of missing my panc...

Every day seems the same

Get up, get dressed

Go about your day

And that’s the way

Things go

It seems so easy

For every one else

But their second nature

Is my second try...

A throbbing, pounding, at my temples. A deep, muscular ache behind my eyes. The light burns and the sounds deafen. And yet, I am fine.

My collection of medications, all to manage the symptoms, grow as a concerning lack of professionals show any concern. This is fine.

It’s the medication, you say, as if my life should be less comfortable because of my brain. As if I can will myself to overcome....

Every day the same

Let the night contain your dreams

Don’t give in to day...

Everyday seems the same

A tear

A cry

A somber little dame

In a world so full

Of hate

Of fear

She sat in a lull

The birds sang tweet, tweet

So sweet

So true

Danger at her feet

She lived in ignorance

In bliss

In innocence

Unaware of difference

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_(Bleh. At my biological father’s house rn, we’ve been going around eating, reading, and having fun. But does he notice that I haven’t called him ...

Every day seem the same like a clogged up drain the same old Lame routine .

It’s like a tap left running , a constant dripping , leaving an overflowing amount of pain with ripples of fear invading the clear waters .

The filter is working overtime to remove each negative emotion , but with time it begins to lack consumed by the overwhelming stack .

I’m alone aboard a boat , crossing a restless ...

(I ultimately took out the “every day seems the same” prompt because it wasn’t adding to the poem itself, though this poem was very much inspired by the prompt nevertheless. I’m not sure if the spacing is working - I’m trying to have work on one side and home on the other. Needs to be tinkered with more, and the diction could be improved…putting it out there so I can revisit it later).

**Home**...

The same song plays

blasts in my ears

but it has some skips

Sounds a bit different

but still the same record

I hate repeating myself

and I think it’s because

I always had to with you

Over and over and over

Again and again and again

It feels like a lack of trust

I know it’s not

I’m just so tired

of doing this dance

of tiptoeing on glass

How can someone who thinks

they are wrong all the time

be ...

_Everyday seems the same _

_Monotonous captivity _

_Tedium activity _

_A struggle to stay sane_

_Misplacing our blame_

_Cursing the deity _

_Nothing to gain _

_Liberation was within me _...