I can feel the tears burning in the back of my eyes
Soon they'll be streaming down my face
I can feel my lips begin to tremble
Soon the ugly sobs will start
Now the tears are pouring down my face
And blurring up my sight
Ugly sobs escape my trembling lips
How did I turn into this?
As I pull my legs into my chest
I begin to wish I did not exist
I'm not as strong as I seem
Most nights I break down I tears
I feel so unwanted
But I'm told differently
Anxiety, that nagging voice tell me differently
YOU ARE READING
Last Breath
PoetryThese are just some poems I've made over the past 3-4 years, I'm still working on more
