it was fun
laying my body along the beach.
I felt comfortable.
I felt happy.
the sun basking along my skin,
the laughter of my friends.
yet, I didn't hold onto it,
because I knew when the sun would set,
a facade of happiness would follow it as well.
I was a ticking time bomb
and I was the only thing in the blast zone.
because I woke up and remembered that I was alone.
alone with these thoughts of time,
and pain,
and hurt
and suffering
and tears
and laughter
and pain
silence.
time is silent, but the clock disobeys
and moves on.
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anxiety attacks
Poetrya 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...
