Right now
I look like the girl
from the Black Swan movie
My skin is losing its mind
My senses are slowly panicking
I can’t make it stop
I am anxious
Out of control
I can’t relax,
Even when I am safe
My anxiety is eating my peace
is eating my inner peace out
Its why I bite my nails
I can’t focus
I keep on checking my phone
When its off
I feel the tense sense
I can’t make it stop
Anxiety is my heart
Messy, damaged and honest
I am doomed
Miserable, lost and weird
I am slowly dying
Letting everything die with me,
the flowers, are becoming frozen
This ceiling, everything
I am panicking
There is no a switch off
I am a bad feeling,
My system can’t be shut down
I socialize occasionally,
especially when I am drunk
I mean wasted,
It’s like getting sad
after watching the Notebook
or getting the news
someone is dead
I am the universe of feelings
the bad ones
the misfits
crazy
I go to the extent
the viral
moody
I get anxious
just by existing!
Am I crazy?
I may be born like this
With my insomnia
Depression
and dolor
My life has no point
I go left, I go right
Nothing is useful
I look like the devil
from the movies
Unwanted, abandon
a killer
As a kid I was never okay
I had dimensions
I could see my endings
last scene
of every single day
Sometimes I see myself
cutting my wrists
days where I cry myself
another is when
I wear this god white dress
but my stress
is killing me
I feel heaviness on my chest
but despite of that
I am okay
the kind of answer
where it’s a lie
covering for the truth that I want it
My anxiety is my identity
we are a two compound
it is for the likes
and praise
and no matter who I meet
or what I read
I will have it
See, it lives in my veins
it’s my oxygen
it’s my middle name
and I am fine with it
I am fine with it
I am with fine with it
I am not
I need help
I am not fine with it
I am not!
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