I may over phrase my way of my anxiety, I don't understand what's happening inside of me. I feel thoughts rush in and say listen to me, you'll make a wave from this world and corrupted sea. The storm is rising up, I can see the light fade, and the darker clouds start to move rapidly this way. Im different from you I have no choice but to go through this Sea fast, always coming in thinking that we can swim but we can't. And we're stuck in this sea of commotion it's corrupted and in motion it's not an ocean. It's my emotion. I always over think, and it might seem scary, I'm always awake at night. But my body is where I'm tearing. So hold my soul tight, I'm under attack, from this seas fight and I'm ready to swim back. I don't have the time and I can't say i like to communicate, I'm scared to say. I have no life to save. And Im here but I'm not and you'll see what I mean. when I'm lost in a thought I'm part of the corrupted sea.
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Words We Can't Say
PoezieA collection of poems for the voices that go unheard. -WARNING- Some of these poems may touch on subjects involving depression, anxiety and other things you may not be comfortable with.
