crowded rooms
but I can't help but feel so alone.
alone in between four walls
but voices of a million run throughout my head.
the fear of being lonely and my hands
reach out to an
empty space.
until the hands turn to dust
and the walls begin to crack.
the sound of destruction rings in my head.
her mind collapsing,
her body falling closer to the black infinity
till nothing exists except
an empty room
and an empty girl.
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anxiety attacks
Poesiaa 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...
