A N X I E T Y
It starts in your brain.
Why are they laughing?
They think I'm a joke.
They're talking about me.
They think I'm a loser.
It becomes hard to breathe.
Deep breathes.
Breathe in, breathe out
I start to shake.
Calm down, somebody will notice
Stop shaking, somebody will see
My chest starts to hurt
I tell somebody what I'm thinking and feeling and they tell me:
Don't be scared.
It'll be okay.
You'll be fine.
But little do they know, I feel like I'm drowning while I'm watching them breathe.
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For the depressing days
PoésieThis is just some poems for the depressing days. WARNING: may trigger you to feel depressed.
