I don't think I can hold on anymore
There's an ache in my bones
That I can't ignore
My shaky hands
Are a tell-tale sign
Of my anxiety filled life
That does not seem to get any better
Even if I sit on my hands
To show the world that my hands do not tremble
And that I am normal
But how much longer can I carry this on?
How much longer can I carry the baggage that comes with quivering hands and sweaty palms
when I can't even carry my own weight?
So is it worth it to continue living on
when all my "living" consists of sleepless nights and sad days?
Because I'd rather carry a gun to my head with shaky hands
Than live with them for the rest of my life.
l.a.
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The Heart Chronicles
Poetry❝I'm starting to get bad again.❞ - Charlie A collection of thoughts made into poems by yours truly. {Highest Rank: #165 in Poetry}