I think she's dead.
Don't freak out;
It's just a lie,
Whispered by anxiety,
But I think she's dead
Because she didn't text,
And neither did I,
But that doesn't change
That I am very worried
She could be dead.
There's no rhyme or reason,
Doesn't need to be,
That's not in the nature
Of anxiety.
Cars wreck,
Hearts attack,
Hope leaves,
Fires burn out.
That's life.
Why shouldn't she...
How can I know she didn't...
What if she finally...
Oh no.
Let me stop.
I need to stop
Thinking
Worrying
Panicking.
Playing leapfrog
With my assumptions,
I'm losing the game,
Falling behind,
Last place
In a rigged race.
What if she's dead?
What do I do?
How can I live
Without you?
No rhyme or reason,
Not this worry,
Not this poem,
Not this anxiety...
No rhyme or reason
Left in me.
No rhyme or reason...
Please oh please
Be alive.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
