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What are these feelings?
Squeezing my lungs and tunneling my vision?
All was well just a minute ago,
Now time has stopped and I feel as though,
I will not survive this, I can't not let go.
I grasp at my collar and pull but there is no relief.
It consumes my insides as I panic.
This invisible evil that feels so real,
but I'm alone in a room full of people who do not believe,
That someone so put together, a person such as me,
Can fall apart so easily in silence so they just let me be.
But I am and I have and will continue to be,
a victim of this society,
That has no understanding of anxiety.
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♡LIFE OF ANXIETY♡
PoetryIt consumes you. Devours every ounce of positivity. Until it has nothing but fear to live on. Leaving you to be an empty, emotionless shell. ~~~ I have personally suffered with anxiety for most of my life. I've learned that writing about it helps to...
