I fear the faces of missing children.
Without parents, family, friends.
Lost souls.
All alone in the world.
Only predators left
As company.
I fear lonelyness.
Without friendship.
Without love.
There is simply nothing.
Nothing worth living for.
I fear fear.
The feeling that creeps up your stomach.
Into your throat.
Making it impossible to scream.
Pulse rushing
Blood pressure rising.
Into a state of pure panic.
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Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
