I don't know what you want from me, but one thing is sure, it's that you made my life a living hell ever since I've known you.
Somehow, you decide to remain quiet every time you strike. Making sure I am all alone when I have a panic attack. Cause who would notice my silent distress ?
Can't you let me breathe for even 1 second? I am tired. That constant pressure and pain in my chest, blocking any air from entering my lungs. The nausea that greets me every morning or the many meals I skip because of it.
But hey, I suppose you are happy, right? Because you take pleasure in torturing me whenever you want. The worst part is you know I won't dare to do anything about it. So you have nothing to worry about because there is no one to stop you & you are totally fine with it .
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Poems
PoetryIn this book you will find several small poems here and there, there is no specific theme. Everything comes from me and my personal experiences and some just comes form my imagination, plagiarism will not be tolerated
