Anxiety grows

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TW// anxiety, blood, angst. 

My anxiety grows,

bleeding out as it makes its way out of my eyes.

The tears flowing down my peach colored cheeks, give me a sense of relief,

while holding back my ragged breaths.

My breathlessness eventually escapes out my lips creating a "huff" that

increases as I think about the amount of anxiety that is

weighing me down.

Tightened teeth being held inside my body due to my bright, splotchy red lips,

that will soon bleed due to the friction I have produced.

Metal flavored liquid leaks into my mouth

as I get irritated due to the lack of care for myself.

The deficiency of care makes me feel like I need a bag to breathe in,

since I'm gasping for life.

My panting desires to take my ribs and split them into two,

so I can finally breathe again.

But my ribs are telling me "no",

so I reach for my body and hold it tight.

- n

( Thank you if you have made it this far, I appreciate it. I hope you enjoyed my poem and if you have any thoughts, let me know!) 


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