Ive been traveling out on that old town road. Leads to nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. I walk further as daisies cover her eyes. Its taking over. It chose her. She was the chosen one. Her heart was elected for the run. She cant hide. She cant run. It follows her. 2 weeks later she sits at her desk. Palms shaking. Heart trembling. Breath stops. She's clutching her desk. She cant see. Her head spins. Everyone's gone. She's left on her own. She's left to scavenge for her own sake. Her body goes numb. Neck becomes weak. She falls to the ground. Left to hold HERSELF in HER OWN arms. No one cares. No one stays to help. She's on her own. Its just her. Usual. She buries her head in her knees. Her hands clenched in a fist. 1. She punches the picture frame in front of her. Little bruises start to form on her knuckles. 2. She punches the flower vase. Blood starts to trickle from her hands. Tiny scars form. She never feels it. Scarred for so long she's learned to live a life. A life with depression. She'll never be the same. That night she was elected, her body function was given over. Given as tribute. She no longer controls her life. Her body now functions' best when its anxious. She now lives in a world of nothing. A world beyond her own mind.
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RandomAnxiety. Suicidal. Anorexic. There's something wrong with all of us. Death. But yet we all wish the same thing. (all are mine unless stated)
