Pressurized anxiety
Lying breathes with rising ease
Swallowing the sunken tears
In my hands you'll see my fears
Shaking out the nervousness
Keeping hold of flawlessness
Reaching out to feel the edges
Losing touch in deep depression
Paranoia touches my veins
Questioning my darkest days
In the mist of my mind
Can't come out, having to hide
Sitting down on my toes
Still higher than my lows
Wings to sail me to the sky
Manic words of a polar high
The diseases itch my soul
Riding on a mental flow
Can't escape from the thoughts
Keepin' me in a social box
Yet the hardest thing for me to beat
Was the disease that made me quake
Every time you drove me home
Only made me feel more alone
I wish you were still here
The disease
Was Called
Love.
(Inspiration: Nowhere by Meltberry
Disease Called Love by Neru/Trickle)
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Poetry
Poetry:TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide/abuse/harm/depression/anxiety These are poems that release some internal emotions I've been feeling. Some of them may be exaggerated or made up as to represent how I'm feeling. Hope you enjoy!
