There is a creature,
One that likes to cause trouble
At the worst of times
It's there in the dark
Where you can't always feel it,
Thriving on your doubts
It's always hungry
Feeding on destructive thoughts
Never satisfied
Your fears, it's breakfast
Insecurities, it's lunch
And pain, it's dinner
It will show itself
When you least expect it to,
Its buzz floods your veins
Fogging up your mind
Attacking all your senses
Blurring your vision
A weight on your chest
Your heart trapped in its vice grip
Lungs choking on air
You have to break free
To escape the dark tunnel
Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
YOU ARE READING
word vomit
PoetryJust a collection of my very freeform angsty poetry/writings from eighth grade onwards. * * * * * (I know these get pretty dark but don't worry about me, I'm in a much better place now than I was when I wrote some of these)
