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Enemy Mind

Living with OCD

By Esme AlvarezPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash

Sitting on the floor

Afraid to live

I feel a knot in my throat

I can't hold back anymore

I take a deep breath and a tear streams down my left cheek

With my legs crossed I hunch over

My mind wanders into panic

The worst things happen in my head

I probably kill myself five times a day

I try to make them stop

but they don't leave me alone

Even when they're not present, they linger

"you hurt him"

"they're going to die"

"you're a bad person"

That's how it always is

Obsessing over what will happen,

what I did, what I didn't do

"Did I do that?"

Replaying my day over and over

to make sure everyone is safe

"are they safe?"

"am I safe?”

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Esme Alvarez

I started writing as a way of getting things off my chest or head. It makes me feel a little less crazy. To those that are living in fear due to mental illness: you are strong, you are a warrior and you are not alone.

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