Maybe it's my time to tell him,
About the other life.
Repeating again and again in my head.
Thoughts collecting rotten feigned pieces,
Yonder above me in short notice.
Must it be known that I daydream,
About you and the other him.
Resting in silence of chaotic anxiety
That is every time you look at me,
Yet I look down and continue to cast away.
My thoughts have been drowned out,
And moments have passed me by.
Retrieving reality ever hour,
To when I can firmly get a hold of myself,
Yearning for each thought of him to go away.
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Anxiety
PoetryJust a simple poem(s) on how I feel when anxiety rips my self being from day to day.
