4:21 pm
anxiety is a fight -
it's like a war zone in your lungs,
mind,
heart,
and brain
that you are trying to win,
trying to gasp for as much air as possible
but the fumes keep coming as
your throats closes up.
time just stops
and you feel like you can't
breathe
as your vision gets
blurry
from
tears -
but when you wipe your
glassy wet eyes,
your makeup smears.
it's like hell;
there's no way out.
all you can do is sit there and
wait for it to end;
wait for that one yelp
you're holding in
to come out so all hell can break loose;
all alone with no one to help as your breathing continues to struggle.
anxiety isn't just crying,
it's feeling
your whole world
fall apart while your stuck
in the dead freaking center
screaming your lungs out
and your heart races
faster and faster;
louder and louder.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
