I fiddle my porcelain hands
As I quiver and shake
And the bodies among my bed sheets
Keep my glaring, brown eyes awake
Cold beads of sweat
Rush through my slim body
And the bottomless pit in my stomach
Leaves me disembodied
For the night seems beautiful
I stoop into a harsh awareness
Some one is watching from an afar view
As I stare with controlling leashes
And I slept within my midnight palace
With the feeling of stalked and preyed
With extreme paranoia beside me
Everything that I do is delayed
And I breathe so heavily
As the rushed feeling
Turns into a painful intensity
And I feel nothing but a weighted dreaming
The morning comes
And my eyes still awake
I die with no peace
Only fear that intakes.....
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Mental
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING: Some poems are graphic about feelings I have experienced. This poetry book is meant to help many people get help, whoever is struggling with disorders, depression, and diseases, I am here. I am going through the same thing, I wanted...
