Two breaths too many
Enhancing the pain in my chest
What is this feeling of distress
What is this pain that I can't express
The anxiety is killing me
I'm jumping at little things
The depression is deteriorating
I'm crying for nothing
When will my heart rest
I suffer and it's never enough
I ache because the wound's still fresh.
I ache because my life is a mess.
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State Of Consciousness
PoetryJust a compilation of my thoughts through poetry. Hopefully a song to match every poem. And maybe get someone through the day. It's a little sloppy but it's me.
