I keep tossing and turning -
more than usual.
My adrenaline is high for no reason.
I feel like I'm supposed to get out of bed and run to something - or away from something.
Too much indecisiveness in my head.
My heartbeat is too fast.
This can't be right.
I wish I could just stay calm.
Nothing will happen...
Why am I scared?
"Just lie down, child. Quit being so restless," Says Conscience.
I wish I could, but I can't.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
