I'm so tired of everything, my mind is running wild and I can't seem to stop it. It's like I've written on the same piece of paper with a pen a thousand times. I've written so much that the words seem to blur together and the paper ripped, and my hands have cramped. My brain is overloaded with everything. I can't make sense of anything anymore. I am in a really bad spot. Not physically but mentally and emotionally. All though it seems like I have nothing to feel this way about, thats just how it is. Two weeks ago I had multiple panic attacks over nothing and it got so bad I relapsed. I haven't done anything like that recently. I can't go one day with out a panic attack or an anxiety attack. But I'm trying so hard to be happy all the time. It just doesn't seem to be working at the moment. I'll be fine all day until I'm by myself. I think of the worst things when I'm by myself. Either of the future, or past, or present. I don't love myself. I can barely tolerate the sight of myself.
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Bird-Like Heart
PoetryThis is about my kind of poetry. Feelings emotions, trauma, love, happiness, loss. The world is filled with all of these thing and this is how express it.
