Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
I can't breathe enough.
My heart is going to launch itself from my chest like a kamikaze.
My hands are shaking without moving, and my internal organs have learned how to perform acrobatics.
My brain is playing worst case scenarios on repeat.
Help.
Help.
I think I am drowning in my thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoesíaMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
