Anxiety is riddled within my body,
Slowly and silently spreading like a malignant cancer.
It feasts on my mind,
Devouring any sense of positivity and hope.
It leaves my head a dark place,
Encapsulated by fog.
I pray,
I hope,
I dream that it will go away and select a different host to torment,
But it never does.
It never leaves.
Instead,
It grows stronger,
Slowly and silently spreading like a malignant cancer.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
