"I feel my throat tightening as if something is clutching it harshly,
Oh! it is so deadly.
I want to cry but no tears come out,
"It is killing me" I want to shout.
I push everyone away, everything makes me break down.
They stare at me with questioning gazes as if I'm a clown.
How to fight with the mess in my mind and soul, I don't know.
I get angry, I hurt people I love,
"I suffer" I want to show.
I'm not mad, not angry, not out of place or anything.
I'm just hurting!"
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
