Endless Daze

I can understand the world is too much.
Balancing more than your head on your neck.
You feel like you need a hit or a rush,
To be a person rather than a speck.

If only you knew you are beautiful,
Without getting by with a little help.
The anxiety you hide is dreadful.
Worse is the pain you inflict on yourself.

Just know things that dwell in the darkest caves,
Find a way to develop their own light.
You are a master and you are a slave.
Which one will you be through the lonesome night?

When you are falling into bed be sure,
It is your bed and not the cold hard floor.

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A Cry Of Help From A “Poltergeist”

It’s not fun being invisible.
I can feel a scream forming at the back of my throat, but I can’t make any sound.
I feel like nothing because I am basically nothing. Empty space.
It would be easy being nothing if I knew I wasn’t meant to be something.
It’s the worst suffering you can feel, watching others live.
The only thing I can do is scare people with my intensity.
I’m a prisoner shaking my bars.
I have no choice.
If only something could free me.