The thoughts are coming back.
The fear, the nerves are bubbling up again, I told them.
how do you feel about shrimp for dinner
are you listening to me mother?
yes but I think you are just crazy
My anxiety is back, my sucidal thoughts! Do you fucking care?!
Take me to the doctor! I don't know! I am the one seeking help for myself this time! You aren't finding me on the bed with 10 pills going down my throat this time. I'm coming to you!
Yet you don't care if they come back and eat me alive.
YOU ARE READING
These Little Things
RomanceThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
