*tw: suffocation mention*
it's funny.
i have a fear of suffocating,
and yet it seems that i'm
suffocating inside my own head.
the walls are caving in,
all of my my thoughts are
surrounding me,
and i'm out of breath.
it's funny.
on the outside, i'm fine,
but, believe me,
i can't breathe.
YOU ARE READING
recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
