_Anxiety

Panic Stops.

My Heart

Then it st-st-stutters-s

Nonstop

Racking up the points (1, 2, 3, … 5,000, …)

In an unknown game

I scratch at my chest

Begging it to stop

But my hands

Slide

Off

Off

Sweat leaves no grip

Shaking

Light-headed

I’ve melted to the floor

I feel

My body crumble

No string

Or kind words

Can stitch me back to     ge          ther

 

I am crushed

A thousand things to do,

Terrible thoughts *unspoken*,

I cannot accomplish anything

There is a worthless

Garbage

Inside of me

My insides are SCREAMING

I am SCREAMING

No one is listening…

They hear

Nothing.

The voices in my head

They were right

A failure

-That’s all I am

 

And all because

Of something that happened

Four years ago

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