Everything worries me.
All I ever do is plea.
Plea that my brain will calm down.
Calm and not let my head drown.
It feels like I'm stuck under water.
Under, in an endless sea of slaughter.
Thoughts, battling against me.
My head is locked, and there is no key.
Everything is stuck up inside.
And there is no where to hide.
My worries will always follow me.
I can't get away, no where to flee.
I worry about lots.
All this worrying, too many thoughts.
I care about so much.
But caring leads to pain, which I have no choice but to clutch.
I clutch so hard, without a choice.
In my head, is the bad voice.
The voice that brings me pain.
It makes me feel like I'm in ball and chain.
I can help myself, I have to.
Hopefully I can get these worries to shoo.
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Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
