I close my eyes when all I want is to cry.
Deep breaths, this is not Death.
My body shakes, it feels like an earthquake.
Think of the smell, what can you tell?
Is it sweet or rather bitter like the taste in your mouth?
Keep calm, we don't want all the eyes upon us.
It's clear they'll judge with their eyes and their mouths.
What can I say, other than don't see my pain.
For my pain is my weakness and it's my little secret.
So, please turn around I cannot bare your eyes,
as I struggle not to cry.
The weight on my chest is too much, I'm going to crash.
Now I sit here, and wonder do I stay, or do I go?
Is it Death or just an Anxiety attack-?
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Silenced No More
PoetryA whole new book that will capture your attention as it digs deeper into what hides behind the crooked faces and painful smiles of people in today's society. ⚠️ Trigger Warnings⚠️ If any of the tagged subjects are tough to read about/ you get uncomf...
