Scary.
Confusing and suffocating.
Like a crazy complicated maze.
Can't get out but must.
A little bit of over analyzing and a lot of overthinking.
Negative input from others.
Told by people who don't really understand the feeling that it's all in my head.
Out of breath and can't get enough back into my panicking lungs.
Chest discomfort.
Bad gut feelings.
Just stay with me and tell me it's going to be okay.
Just a hug or a hold from behind from a trusted person who really cares might actually make things better.
Just help me.
But stay away if you're the type to make things worse.
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Poetry For Broken Souls
PoetryJust some random short pieces of writing to keep myself and others entertained and sane.
