that fear of a little bit too much
numbers crawling higher
towering over mepeaking through the clouds
unable to see the top
never knowing i had a fear of heightsit's what skins me alive
and makes me feel like dying
bleeds me out, inside outrushing out of me
unable to feel a single thing
never knowing i had a fear of bloodand all i can do is stare and weep
weep quietly into noone's arms
can this even end?it's a chain wrapped around my throat
when speaking only pushing tighter
never knowing i had a fear of deathripping me apart
i think i'm going to explode
and cold november winds nag on mesinging devilish songs
pitch reminding of screams
never knowing i had a fear of criesall that's left of me
break these bones
and whisper nocturnal nothingsengulfing me
it's an uncomfortable hug
never knowing i had a fear of touchuntil i lose the upside down
and tumble down upside
broken and unfixedstumbling pieces
no sense of a structure
never knowing i had a fear of the chaosmake me a fairy, whatever it takes
and just like her tale, my dream was a scam
you waited smiling for this.not all are free that can bemock their fetters.
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THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose