Panic

Walls closing in,

Barely any time to breathe.

No energy, a unison is formed

With apprehension roaring within.

;

A feathery heart screaming deep inside.

Urging, yearning for an inch of oxygen.

Yet the fire spreads quickly

And everything is steadily scorching

;

ways-to-prevent-panic-attack-RM-722x406

Blurry, murky visions

Blinding and binding you

To your own weaknesses

;

Then you feel a sudden drop

And sudden chills circulating

Underneath your skin

.

 

Intrapersonal battle

What now is this?

A mind full of wit and intellect-

Confused and convoluted,

With stripes of mud highlighting the face.

 

What battles were faced in cold and dark corners,

Hidden and aiming not to be found,

Beneath the gyri and sulci, 

And all of the thoughts from within?

 

How hard is it to watch 

Your own self facing what once was,

What can be known,

And entities that could have been found?

 

No shield has been brought,

And definitely no weapon,

Just this mere rational mind,

Which have been strangling me. 

 

What will I conquer 

From this useless battle which I had initiated 

Way before I knew all of its consequences, 

In addition to all of the loses? 

tips-to-get-out-of-depression

 

 

Michelina

Michelina, inti l-ikbar teżor t’Alla!

Fejn qatt bsarna l-fidwa li kellu jagħtik?

 

Ma’ kull tbatija dejjem

Bi tbissima tħallina,

U qatt ma ħarist lejn ħajtek b’mod negattiv.

 

Michelina, l-affarijiet li

Għallimtni int, ma ninsihom qatt żgur,

Għax inti kont ta’ impatt kbir għalija.

 

Inħobbok għażiża Michelina,

F’qalbi, dejjem ser inħallik!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Michelina, you are God’s biggest treasure!

How could we have known the destiny that you will have to face?

 

With every suffering,

You always left us with a smile,

And you never looked at life in a negative way.

 

Michelina, the things which you thought me,

I will definitely never forget,

Because you were a huge impact on my life.

 

I love you my dear Michelina,

And you will always be in my heart!

retro travel girl fashion vintage portrait outdoors

Falling deeply not softly

Into the black hole 

we have fallen

Feeling our bodies disintegrate 

into molecules so small.

It has sucked all meaning 

which we so place in life.

.

6c0b71ba4d03fe8c65f2d43d17f39d7a

The pouring rain

falls onto the 

exterior of our skins

It travels down each body,

the sensation is felt in our veins.

And single droplets

soothe each aching soul

.

illusion

~staring blankly at the piece of paper

which has been laying in front of me.

Words have been escaping and

all i see is faded letters,

dancing around in my mind~

 

~the emotions within

have been fighting to break out

however, not even one sentence could be formed~

 

~illusions of happiness,

of days filled with laughter

but all i see and feel is

the melancholy of the terrible routine

of one day leading to another~

 

~hearing my heart beat

moving with every thought

that fill my brain.

Thoughts which are fighting to emerge~

 

~there are no dreams at night,

 just pitch darkness and shadows

pounding on my mind~

c0eab6a62d533d3141edb76330f77d31

 

Isolated

A soul,

shattered, broken

and isolated.

Weeping for all its

great unknowns.

 

f34814685d3c00a5d64cfe90312acd6b

 

A body,

emptied from all

of its emotions.

Every one

dropped into the sea.

 

A human,

who is tired of

being hit and gutted.

Conflicted

and convoluted.

 

576695fb7e331dc3e5469ddd6fd163e8

 

A person,

who is lying down

trying to sleep.

But her anxiety

keeps snatching her.

 

A home,

which was turned

into a pitch of

sadness.

And nothing to look

forward to.

 

What now?

Why are all so eager to

bulldoze all of the memories

we have shared together?

All is crumpled and torn apart.

My heart is ripped with

the little things that

remind me of how things were.

.

 

So what now? Do you think it will all get better?

What about the good days?

Have they all been washed away?

Are they that distant?

.

 

4ff0a8e0a6238560b622d19ef8082e34

It is useless fighting it now.

I can’t get my memories back.

They have been drowned with

all of the blood that has been shed.

We have become prisoners

of this place and there is no way out.

No light, just pitch darkness.

I can feel the water filling up

my lungs, it is suffocating me.

.

Eventually I will give in,

and let my last air bubble

float up, and my body will become numb.

.