The stress overtakes me
Pulling me into oblivion
What is reality and what is my clouded vision
Red and black fill my eyes
I can never see straight
Where do I go
Traveling the dark world of oblivion
Take one left to anxiety
A thousand rights to relief
How do I get there
Please help the shaking stop
Am I too imperfect
Do they like me
Will I fail
I need your help
Join me in oblivion
Or pull me through the glass
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Fighting Poems
PoetryThese poems sit close to my heart. These poems are mine, I write to them and feel them, please be kind. Some poems may be happy, others sad. (I know a lot of these are super sad, but to me they're not, they're just emotional, so you don't have to wo...
