Anyone with anxiety can tell you what that title means.
lump in the throat
tears in the eyes
fears roll into fears
gods I hope no one dies
fuck I feel the bloat
don’t hear the cries
a hot knife that tears
my heart fries
or is that frying
the stress is trying
it feels like dying
on a curb lying
knots are tying
in my chest
there is no rest
never the best
always the worse
as though a curse
were spent
on me
thoughts running
strumming
humming
thrumming
spiral
twist
contort
distort
forever…
shut up, brain! You have it good! Just shut the fuck up!
*deep breath*
no relief
it’ll come
it’ll come
Life Through My Eyes 