There's 1,001 words in my head but anxiety has got my tongue. Holding me back, telling me it isn't safe to talk. If I open my mouth, I go into shock. I start stuttering, shaking even bawling some days. I live in fear of others and anxiety won't let up until the day it wins the final battle and I choose to be gone.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a broken soul
شِعرPoems written by me. Do not use without permission. Do not claim as your own. But hey, you probably will anyway. What's the point of asking you not to?
