this is how I keep myself from dying,
using the fingers that feel lifeless
when they dance along my heart
talking, but my mouth is shut,
crying, but my tears are dry
dreaming, but it feels like a nightmare
feeling as if I am failing apart
yet, this is the only place I felt safe
the only place,
where I don't fear
the dark
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anxiety attacks
Poesíaa series of poems written during depressive episodes and anxiety attacks in my 1st and 2nd year of undergrad, where life seemed so close to ending. and it felt like it was all my fault. DISCLAIMER: these are the darkest poems written at honestly th...
