Destructive Tales is made to share and show the fears and struggles of mental health, mainly anxiety. The struggle of anxiety can be hard to explain. Those that suffer know that it is hidden within the mind. Each thought process fuels it more, these “tales” are the struggles and images that paint the extreme challenges of battling with your own thoughts.
The writing allowed me to freely speak as if the feelings were explaining the thoughts instead of me telling them.
Everything I do is pointless.
Buried underneath the heaviness unable to break free, showing no mercy.
Embracing the glow of the pain.
Encouraged to break the pieces smaller.
Seeing the light throughout the world, even within the cracks of emptiness.
Soulless, misunderstanding.
Full of nothing, but particles of dust.
Where is the light?
How do I find this nothingness?
Tear down the walls of your future.
Suffocated in my own head.
Try and breathe.
Try to grasp each breath.
I am stuck in a constant rotation of thoughts.
Each one feeding the one before.
I can’t stop, I want it to stop.
Suffering within myself.
Muffled,
Strangled.
Helpless.
I worry about worrying.
Fear thoughts, worry, hide.
These thoughts within speak numbers.
You cannot run away from yourself.
Scared, afraid, they build.
They get stronger then you.
They will consume your every moment.
Unable to focus,
Unable to breathe.
You crumble.
You have lost again.
What do they think of me? Why do they hate me?
Drowning in overpowering voices.
Stuck within your own head.
Forever convinced the way we see things is real.
Helpless struggle with people who muffle your thoughts.
Breathless,your thoughts strangle you.
These people run you now.
My thoughts will kill me slowly.
Thoughts that burn inside my head.
Building fast, cannot stop them.
These endless cycles of worry break my strength.
Buried underneath this heaviness.
Stuck in the endeavour of emptiness.
Empowered by useless hopes of escape.
I am not good enough.
Scared regret fights my cheerful smile.
The strength grows in numbers.
Happiness of one is no longer alone.
Together we are strong.
Who they are, who we are.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
The scared person that we found has lifted us up.
As a team our strength is it.
The fight continues, but the thoughts always win.
Calm down, I can’t.
They hate me.
they are always going to hate you.
You have ruined everything, there is no fixing this.
You have completely ripped apart their lives.
Your thoughts are real, they are true.
You are helpless now.
Drowning with no escape.
I don’t want to die, I just want to kill my thoughts.
Empty words mean everything.
These are the fuel of your worries.
Stuck within these forever trying to escape.
You can’t .
This useless hope to muffle the thoughts that are killing you slowly.
Screaming for help.
You are trapped.
Silence of your voices worries you.
What now?
The fear of yourself.
Forever sculpting different shapes.
Working as a reader for our lost futures.
This helps enter our minds with ease.
We never fully understand our own explanations.
Constant reset.
Constant change.
Constant learning.