When did I discover my anxiety and when did it become something more
An invincible beast to be slay by pills and kind words
Only to rear it's serpent like head each time.
And each time I'd cut down one,two more vicious heads would grow back in it's place.
A tiresome cycle that drained me of life and energy and an ability to feel as if I'd conquered anything at all
Always on guard but
When did my armour become so heavy?
When I stopped sharing the burden with anyone or when I stopped admitting the burden existed to begin with?
Knights don't win every battle,i know
But I'm no knight
And I need to win this war
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
