Anxiety is the monster
That keeps you up at night.
The blade that cuts through
Your appreciation for yourself.
It is the black thing
That inhabits your feelings.
The thing that sits on your chest
So you can't breathe,
The darkness that infects your
Soul.
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Sad Poems
PoetryDedicated to my friend, Brook. A collection of my sad, short poems. I own all of these poems. (Warning: This may be triggering) Some language
