Anxiety. It rushes through your veins.
It kills you when you are alone and among all your friends.
It takes every cell in your body, tortures it and bursts it all over the place.
You want to escape, but you can't.
It's like a marathon with no finish line.
You want to screech for help, but none that you can find.
You try, you try to forget.
It hurts you more.
Every time you are around others you feel whispers of your own thoughts.
You apologise for being yourself, you want to apologise for existing but you can't.
You try to forget but the thoughts follow you around.
It's sad. It's extremely sad.
It's heading towards you, and all you feel is adrenaline in your blood.
Your heart pumps out of your chest and your head is far away from feeling rest.
Your body shakes, your lips mumble the words.
Your thoughts consume you.
They hunt you alive. Anxiety.
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Random Rumination
Puisi| #53 in poetry 20/2/2018 | ---------- ❝I like it. Maybe it's because my words look better on paper. Or because my lips fail to utter my words. ❞ - Phadwa : 0| My ink
