It happened again.
I had another anxiety attack.
I thought my first one would be my last.
The overwhelming feeling of Worthlessness hit me so hard I couldn't stop it.
I cried for minutes and seeing the tears run down my face in the reflection of the mirror.
With trembling knees.
And Shaky an sweaty palms, I grip the edge of the sink so tight that it turns my knuckles pale white to keep me stable from falling to the ground.
Shortness of breath in my lungs.
I kept on wondering when it will end.
And when it did, I took one last look in the mirror.
Held my head up high.
Put a fake smile on my face.
And walked out the bathroom door like it never even happened.
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The Unspokenable Words.
Poesía*Just things that go threw my head. * things that I wish to say to people. *The unspokenable words that are never touched by living lips. ... Please vote and comment
