i cannot escape
the feeling
that i am ruining my lifeit creeps in
gripping my throat
with ice cold fingers
until i cannot breatheit chills my bones
and whispers to me
that i will never be
enough
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a short collection of 3am musings
Poetryjust some thoughts on love, mental health and recovery
Enough
i cannot escape
the feeling
that i am ruining my lifeit creeps in
gripping my throat
with ice cold fingers
until i cannot breatheit chills my bones
and whispers to me
that i will never be
enough