Overthinking...
is like a storm hanging; it's heavy and gray
It casts a shadow that blocks the day
The weight on my chest is getting me harder to breathe
As this feeling takes hold, refusing to leave
It seeps into the cracks of my mind
Leaving me with no peace to find
Overthinking is a knot in the stomach; a sinking sensation
It's the worst feeling like an endless damnation
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Bleeds Ink
PoetryA collection of poems is like a tile in the mosaic, each tile contains its own unique story and imagery, when you put it all together, they create a beautiful image, full of meaning and emotion.
