The alarm rings.
It's nine in the fucking morning.
My ears are ringing.
My nerves are shot again.
I can't sit still in my damn chair.
I'm worried about her.
My mind won't stay calm.
Every month I'm subjected to this anxiety torture.
I wake up with cold sweats and a seizure of nerves rocking my body awake.
It's 7 AM and I can't go back to sleep.
It's 8 AM and I can't take a nap.
It's 9 AM and I can't stop shaking.
I sit there waiting.
God knows how long.
10 minutes? Jesus Christ it feel like hours.
30 minutes? How much longer?
In and out in fucking 15 minutes and my body is finally relaxed.
The endorphins are released into my body and I'm finally free from the mental torture.
My mind wanders and I'm stuck in a state of oblivion again.
Fuck.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
