My anxiety,
A nightmare I'm stuck in.
Self doubt, hatred,
Oozing out of my body.
My anxiety,
Words I try to forget,
Bury among things that don't matter.
They still manage to grow,
And they grow thorns.
My anxiety,
Each move so measured,
So deliberate, so calculated,
So concious.
My anxiety,
A slow poison
A slow deadly poison
Hollowing up my insides
Ever so painfully.
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Melanin And Ink
Poetry"Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet." To people who've gone through so much shit and are still breathing, surviving, fighting, living life. This one's...
