It's empty and full all at once-
Buzzing around like a bee dripped in honey
Invisible amongst the swarm of flowers
But still there
I want it to leave
I want to be free of the fear-
To stop clutching onto my EpiPen
As I choke back the sobs
I don't want to feel the burn on my arms
The closing of my throat
The tears in my eyes
The take of that final breath
I would do anything
So, please
Please
Leave

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Trauma Bonding
PoésieSometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault