I walk into my house, I feel like I'm going to puke.
I'm so dizzy, lightheaded and my mind is fuzzy.
I stumble to my room trying not to trip. I sit on my bed and try to calm my self. Maybe it was those girls who I can hear whispering things about me, maybe it's that girl who thinks your holding a grudge after she said terrible things to you and pulled your best friend away.
I lay down and I listen to the crickets. I close my eyes and start rubbing my arm to calm myself. I try to convince myself I'm ok. I'm safe where no one can touch me. I'm okay.
After a long time I stop shaking and sit up to write the words that formed in my head.
They turn into a poem.
YOU ARE READING
Panic
PoetryAnother sad poem. These poems are really what I feel. I know there sad but I can't seem to write happy poems... Just sad ones. These poems are just thought up in my head and then I want to write down the words to remember. I do have depression but i...
