and what torture it is
to be agoraphobic
but living in a house
where your anxiety grows
with nowhere to go,
everything seems suffocating;
the walls practically closing in.
and how ironic it is,
to be agoraphobic
but want to be outside
alone
in the open air.
YOU ARE READING
La Da Dee ✔
Poetrymelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
