What is this constant fear? what is it that I hear, it keeps whispering in my ear?
I feel my eyes start to tear and I wonder 'Will this feeling ever disappear?'
The panic is a constant burning seer, I can hardly think or see clear.
My existence is to live here, on this sphere with no hope of every chirping a cheer.
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Fighting The Waves
PoetryPoems and ramblings of a wandering daydreaming mind. I want to one day raise awareness of mental health related problems. Please take a read.
