anxiety rules my being
causing every thought to be one of tragedy
crying out for help
but the one you want to listen
cannot seem to hear you
this sensation of drowning while surrounded by air
this
the reason I've become afraid to hold onto someone
for I am an anchor
weighing them down
and yet
I know this is not what I need
but it is all that I want
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poezjathis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
