*tw: panic attack, basically*
onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten
my heart beats too fast
so i think of a song
and i tap tap tap out the syllables
of the lyrics and the sounds
on my fingers
the numbers and the
repetition calm my busy mind
they make sense sense sense.
onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten
i forget about my worries
and i think of the music and the numbers
and the way my fingers feel as i tap them
and my problems are now so far far far away
and intangible
nothing can touch me anymore
no people
no thoughts
only lyrics.
onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten
i tap my fingers and the world
makes sense again.
onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten
when i was young young young
i used to tap out the syllables of
words spoken to me
now i do it with music
it calms me down but sometimes
it makes me feel so unstable
and occasionally i feel like
i can't stop
i can't stop
i can't
onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten
in the school cafeteria
i am u n t o u c h a b l e
and all of these worried thoughts
of you
are gone gone gone.
onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten
i tap my fingers and the world
makes sense again.
YOU ARE READING
recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
