feet tapping.
are they mine or yours?
i don't know. i don't care.
eyes flickering and.
heart pulsing.
i can feel it in my spine.
in my shoulders.
in my stomach.
tense tense tense.
everything's tense.
pencils tapping.
nails clicking.
knuckles cracking.
shut up before they see what's underneath.
you're a
fucking mess
and you know it.
YOU ARE READING
sad poetry
Poesiapoetry about depression, etc. "the biggest lies, of all that are spoken, are the ones that cover up what's broken" - me
