So easy it would be
to tear this ruffled plastic barrier
where it feels
my eyes are the handles
being poked and stabbed and squeezed
thus, I cannot see

And My soul hangs in the bag
weighing down
weighing up when the bag is swung
around and around and around
as usual
The up the down
down then up

One slice of the bag and i could be out,
but where would I be?

This sounds like a struggle to be free...free from ones incessant thoughts and roller coaster emotions. But, yikes! Does the "one slice of the bag" mean a slice of the wrists/suicide, or cutting oneself to feel the physical pain instead of the emotional? I may be way off in my interpretation..but just some thoughts that came to me as I read.
Take care, sweet girl~~

~~flutter~~

yes you got the interpretation right.

but of course i haven't cut in over a year and i don't want to die so i just wrote that emotion out and such instead and now i'm going to bed uberly early so i can turn off my brain

Hi Tina, been a while, Your writing has become very good, sorry to hear you still have some of the same problems, I lost about ten months of memories due to medication...Geodon, don't be so quick to want your mind switched off. I hope you are getting help. Nice to read your work again.
Steve

OHsteve,!!!

HOW ARE YOU!!

Glad you think my writing is good. No i'm not getting help. I had help then i lost job then i lost meds so now i'm a bit a wreck actually.

what meds are you taking? or were you taking? Send me a message. your never on msn unless you don't use messanger anymore

So many of us struggle with life at one time or another, it was a little over eleven years ago for me. Like you I turned too to writing, and like you the pain never truly goes away.
Glad to have you back.

Jack

Thanks Mo. Yea i turned to writing. Turned out one i got "better" i didn't write much anymore. Only when i'm down can i write and yes i struggle. I think I always will.