My body is beginning to give away the struggle in my mind.
Layers of skin are ripped away from around my fingernails,
my lip is a vibrant red and bloodied from chewing on it as I overthink,
I tap my foot constantly to cope with the ominous anxiety that presses against me,
dark circles are etched under my eyes from the unyielding insomnia,
no one seems to notice.
How could I forget though?
When these thoughts fester,
my sanity is lost,
my eyes are blurry with burning tears,
my chest heaving as I fight for breath.
These thoughts will be the death of me, not the destruction of my body.
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Pondering
PoesieI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
