The other day
I was okay with living,
I enjoyed the idea of it.
Then something hit me,
I took it all back.
I didn't want to deal with this for years,
I didn't want to live anymore.
I enjoyed the idea of death more than I did life.
Then the anxiety came,
it crashed onto me like a tsunami,
I couldn't breathe
or talk.
I was underwater
gasping for air,
I screamed for help but nobody was there.
I cried,
i wanted to be okay.
I wanted to enjoy the idea of life someday.
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Forever & Over
PoetryI wrote most of these when I was in a really dark time in my life it felt like I was drowning and sinking but now I finally learned how to float and breathe again. When I look back at these mistakes and this undescribable pain, I like to still wri...
