I feel anxious,
I feel dead,
It's not spacious,
It's a threat.
Leave me alone,
Hear me cry,
Let me be gone,
See me die.
The thoughts wander,
As I start to cry,
I become sadder,
As my lips get dry.
My head will ache,
My hands will tremble,
It's all not fake,
I feel i'm crumbled.
Overthinking,
Right at night,
They make me want to,
Do things right.
I cover my ears,
As I start screaming,
These are my fears,
That keeps on digging.
I ran away,
From all the thoughts,
But they just came,
Without a watch.
My stomach churned,
As I fell,
My heart will burn,
As I tell.
No one will care,
No one will know,
It's all unfair,
It won't be blown.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
