I get so close to telling you.
I really want to.
But I can't force the words out.
I'm shaking but I tense up so you can't see.
I'm on the verge of tears yet I blink them away immediately.
I'm so scared about how you'll react.
I want to tell you everything.
But I can't get myself to.
It would be so easy.
Just a few words strung together.
'I'm depressed, I'm anorexic, and I have anxiety.'
That's it. That's all I would have to say.
But I wait and wait until I miss my chance.
I know I'd regret it if I told you but I want you to know.
But now it's too late.
I've missed my chance again.
And God knows when I'll get it back.
I'm sorry that I don't rhyme these anymore. I don't know if y'all liked that it rhymed or what. I can't think of much anymore so I just wrote what I'm feeling.
-J.W.
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Dark Poems
PuisiMy poems about depression, self harm, suicide, anxiety, and anorexia. Things I think about. Maybe a glimpse of what runs through my over active mind. Anxiety is probably the reason I have these thoughts. I write them down just to write them down. Ma...
