I stare at the wall
Opposite me
Not blinking
Planted on the floor
Wrapped in my towel
Tightly, in a ball
I think too much
I struggle
I sob
I scratch at myself
Pull my hair
It's like it's just happened again
It only happened once
Yet it happens to me again and again
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Thought Spiraling
PoetryFree verse poetry about Anxiety, anxiety attacks, depression, insecurity, dealing with trauma, and dysfunctional relationships.
