alone in a room full of crowded people,
where the only voice that is absent
is mine
and the only bright thing is the
blinding thoughts
running throughout my head
breathing
s
p aces out
thenitbecomessorapidthatyoucan'tstopandeverythingfallsapartto
nothing
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anxiety attacks
Puisia 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...
