#copeing

First parts of my new personal comic I think I’ll call it “Nic with no K” and this is is just a series explaining feelings I have a lot and I thought it’d be good practice and a good coping way to deal with myself so I hope you like my series

I wipe them from my brow like sweat. Pluck them from my head like stray hairs. Toss them to the corners of my room.

The more persistent may take hold of my nerves.

I conjure imaginary fire to burn them away. Lock them and boxes and toss them from my window. Slap them from my skin like pesky bugs.

Only active movement can banish them. It's a temporary fix though. They still inch into my head waiting to pounce on me with violent scenes and repulsive images.

But it was also celebration of food. The kind she made from scratch around the holidays. The food she made when it was just her and Tony celebrating his report card, or a science fair win.

For him, the taste has a good 50/50 chance of bringing back a good memory or a bad one. He's as likely to bring up a funny story of an outing with him, his mother and Jarvis, as he is to flash back to an after scene. Slid quietly in a booth of some small family run place in a lower burrow. With bruised around his eye. Maria's hand shaking around her fork.

Why can't you hear me screaming,

When I beat on these walls?

Why can't you hear me crying,

When I won't say your name?

Why can't you see my pain,

When I smile at you?

Why do I hide in front of you,

When I'm collapsing from me?

Why won't I take your help,

Now that she's gone?

I'm withered,

Broken.

Desperate.

Pathetic.

Scared.

Hated.

Misbelieved.

Crying.

Confused.

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You hold me.

"I see you."

Regression is cute, not gross