I'm just sad.
My chest is just to heavy.
I'm getting my breathing all worked up and now the tears won't stop streaming.
My hands won't stop shaking like there's an earthquake going on inside of me.
I'm trembling, why won't I stop trembling.
My eyes are streaming, why won't they stop streaming like a waterfall.
People are watching me looking at me?
Asking me what's going on.
But not a single one tried to help.
Nobody really cared, they just wanted to know the secrets about what was going on.
Here's the secret though.
Me, myself I don't know what was going on.
I just panicked.
Then I started thinking.
Then my thinking started spiraling and I started overthinking.
My hands won't stop shaking like there's an earthquake going on inside of me.
My chest is too heavy.
My eyes won't stop streaming like a waterfall.
Then I started thinking.
Now I'm trembling.
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
