My chest feels tight
The air I am breathing feels heavy
My hands are shaking
I want to scream
And cry
I am cold
But overwhelmed with how hot my face feels
I feel trapped
I can't escape
You're always,
Always
leaning over my shoulder
Telling me everything that is not true
But you deem it necessary for me to constantly hear
The shaking went down
There's just a tingling, stinging sensation
White noise fills my ears
I want it to stop
Just stop
YOU ARE READING
Honey
PoetryHaha guess what this was gonna be a serious thing but like most things in my life- Self sabotage took over Aka this is a big ol' 'book' of shitposts and small moments of mini mental breakdowns Enter at yer own risks kiddos
