The voices inside my head,
Are keeping me awake.
They tell me that I'm worthless,
That I should just go away.
The anxiety fills my blood,
Like a drug being shot into my vein.
As my body begins to tense up,
I say that I can't breathe.
If only you knew what it was like,
To slowly suffocate.
Then maybe you wouldn't say I'm crazy,
And be more understanding.
I guess thats just wishful thinking.
We go our separate ways to only meet again,
Hello old friend, here we go again.
Running in circles, Unable to escape.
Treading on thin ice, waiting for it to break.
How much more can i person take, before the pressure becomes to much, and they deflate.
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete
PoesíaPoems I've wrote over the years From a young teenager to the adult I am today. Poems have always been my way to express how I'm feeling an what I'm going through, it's Me being vulnerable, laying it all out there. I always said "if I don't talk abo...
