My anxiety is a ball and chain,
Linked to my brain,
Causing me nothing but pain
But I can't cut it lose,
Because I know it's no use
I'm breaking under the pressure
And nothing I do will make it better
"It's all in your head."
"Don't stress."
I'd sooner cut myself open like a stick of butter,
It'd be easier than trying to free myself
From the bonds that I made with the memories off my shelf
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Invisible Ink
PoetryMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
