Feeling as though it’s all your fault,
Thought splitting through your head.
Falling apart, it seems
Is your favorite thing
No other thing can make you feel quite like it.
worthless they scream
No silence.
Silence means they are coming back
They never truly leave
Always giving you time to breathe
Then slamming back, as it seems
Full force, harder than before
Ripping your skin apart,
Even though you’ve come this far,
You can never beat them
They are all you know.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
