I feel the weight of anxiety start to fall upon me.
Digging it's claws on the surface of my heart, slowly scratching at its skin,
Tearing it into pieces.
Watching all the feelings slip out and splatter onto the wall,
And drip symphonies of pain and suffering.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
