anxiety
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thursday 12:14
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no one truly understands
the mess that goes on
inside my head
the perch it has made on my shoulder
the pain it gives me
forcing the silence within me
it whispers, "why would they care?"
"what does it matter?"
"your voice is not true."
it makes me curl in on myself
and sit alone in my own shame and pain
because the anxiety that you give me
can never take that away
YOU ARE READING
Final Tear
PoetryI'm shedding my final tears. No more. I'm tired of you being the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about before falling asleep. I'm ready to move on to new beginnings: and my first new beginning will be without you...
