anger and anxiety
My blood boils.
My anger grows.
My anxiety hugs me.
They restrict.
They choke me.
But they only one who gets hurt,
Are the ones who fall victim to my bitter words.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
