Days the voice can't be silenced
Keep getting the urge
A nudge
To inflict self harm
To pick at my skin
For the imperfections
Only to create more imperfections
From picking
I don't like it
It's frustrating
I don't want to look like I'm on drugs
From the way my skin looks from picking
My torment is my voice I call anxiety
A moment of relief once I cave
The next moment guilt
Shame
Meds only do so much
I don't want to be a zombie
Most of my anxiety is silenced
If I go on a higher dose
Will I not feel like myself?
Will I be just going through the motions?
Voice is either silent or over all consuming
Debilitating
Where I feel like I'm rotting away
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Internal Woes
PoetryPoetry that contains life experiences. childhood trauma, a woman battling anxiety and depression. Thank you if you choose to read this. If it's triggering to you it's okay to not continue reading. Your mental health matters.
