Mind flooded with a storm of never ending anger, sadness, emotions, thoughts and everything in between. Flooded yet empty. Drowning yet breathing. Breathing yet suffocating. Stuck and chained to the bottom while flood water rises. Waiting for the storm to pass seems like a never ending cycle of just - waiting. Stuck. When it seems like it does it just starts raining harder and harder, the flooding gets worse, more than before. The surface air is too far now. Stuck down below. In the depths of insecurities fueled by: trauma, fear, self-doubt, disappointment, helplessness, powerless, worthlessness, insufficient, inefficient, incompetence, and anxiety. The water gets colder and colder. Freezing. Yet, the anger heats my skin, so angry it feels like it's on fire. The same skin on the same body you dislike. Physique: small, tiny. Yet it seems the world likes to make it smaller, mentally, emotionally... smaller. Smaller and smaller... trapped with no way out. Tries to scream but nothing - silence. No one hears, they're there but absent, there're there but not around, the screams can't reach, they're too far out. And so the never ending cycle continues - the storm that never goes away- the chaotic storm that is my thoughts and emotions...
D.K
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PoetryA short excerpt detailing conflict between ones emotions, thoughts, and overall mental health.
