Left to right
My chest is tight
I feel an inability to breath
Never can I catch my breath.
Tears flood my eyes
But not a single released
Within seconds my eyes are dry.
Anxiety attacks appear
But never visible to a naked eye,
My right hand shakes
Shakes and shakes
Never shall it end
2+ years I've fought
And for some more
As I continue
I know much will occur
Things I can not stop nor halt
Perhaps, I may think
To think of my worst fear to.
I still ponder of tomorrow
Perhaps, my breaking point is near
I ponder if I already have
The phase will worsen
Until rock bottom is hit
I am prepared to battle
No matter how many tears fall.
Even if my anxiety attacks leave me shaking
The yells of parents that only discourage me
The hated friendships
Friendships that kill me
I shall break
And break
And break
And then once more
Tallies counted,
Lost of track
But then I shall know
The battle I've fought
That battle had only just begun
YOU ARE READING
Breaking
PoetryA poem of someone who believes they are at their breaking point. Never worry, we all get these within moments. One day it'll be all of our first times.
