When spoken of the pain aloud,
people laughed at me; they thought it was all due to my insecurities.
Let it be Emotional or internal,
They all thought pretty much all about the external.
When I would lay down on the bed at night,
Restless, prickly with heart palpating at the sight .
Each day when my chest felt heavy ,
It made me realize I was losing my breath steadily;
The more shallow and harder it became to inhale.
I couldn't sleep at night thinking there won't be another night to exhale.
I was scared that I would die alone,
But worst of all was when I was forced to live all alone.
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