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My closest acquaintance is the rain as I listen to the soft trickles of barness Coldness of the lungs but my breathless air is still warm Clouding the unfocused skies
"Breathe." They say.But how can you breathe when your lungs don't share their breath."Breathe." They say.But how can you breathe th
Clink Clink Cheers to the New Year It’s 2016 New year, new me, right? Wrong I’m still a walking anxiety attack
a breath: in, out again, faster faster still, until they stop coming release a noise in my head it rushes like a tide, pulled by the moon like blood, pumping through my veins
Can you, for sure, say that you are alright? I, with utter ease, can say no I’m not. I am like a porcelain doll, fragile, I am easy to break, easy to bend, helpless
How do u explain to someone you cant hangout . "anxiety bad today" wont come out the mouth Laying in bed , not wanting to get off the couch
Words, shuffling Perfect ballet Ribbons, ribbons, ribbons Choreographed anarchy Compressing thoughts into a tight tight ball Until I can't tell what's what What is what What is what Waves
Living a double life I am Until somebody saves me From this painful darkness That awaits me. Hungry wolves tear me apart So I can feel free
My heart wakes before my mind Increasing its thundering current
Rise in the morning, to know something is wrong. Enter class to see blurs of movement and shades. A panicked breath and a step back. It is too late.
He draws with silver And it comes out red Neat Clean lines Cover most of his body He tries to go deeper Fear of failure
All my "friends" are gone and I'm left here alone. L o n e l y. They took every piece of me with them. I am nothing without them. I can't breathe. My chest is getting tighter and
i honestly dont know what you expected this isnt a poem you want to know how much i want attention? yeah me too.
And it's not the cute kind of fear, not the kind with butterflies and giggles. It's the tyoe that puts a lump in your throat,
I suddenly realized (at five years old) Death applies to me too That children become grown-ups who become grandmas who were the ones who died And I was a children.