You're like the anxiety attacks that consume me;
You take my breath away in the worst way, crushing my lungs;
You make me breakdown and cry;
I want to hide from the people around me, so I do, and I cry alone;
I become tired of trying to fight for what they call life...
Is this what I get?
For constantly thinking of you?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Feelings
PoetryI hid these away until I knew I could get every single one out there comfortably.