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









shut up, brain! You have it good! Just shut the fuck up!

*deep breath*

no relief

it’ll come

it’ll come

About NB Gwen

I'm me, I work, I play, I'm a bit unique - but I guess that's all in perspective
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