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Joan Isaac Jan 2015
Emotionally, it hurts
Like something's beating you from the inside
Like chains are chained to your heart
And something keeps pulling the chains

Mentally, it's exhausting
As I question it's authority
It's presence
It's purpose
The reason why I am like this

Physically, I give up.
Entangled in this chaos,
I can no longer pull myself up from it's depths
To the point where I grow weary and numb
I am simply nothing

I am gone.
Joan Isaac Jan 2019
I breathe
Still, the fear lingers
As my blood runs cold
Was it from above
Or beneath the very floor where I plant my foot

Will they peak beside me
The moment I catch my eye
Is my family still there
Will they be able to hear me cry

This is the fear I live
The sheer horror
Or discrete you may dismay
My mind unravels
And elsewhere takes away

And I wait
And wait
In utter loneliness
Perhaps I am not alone
They’re there

I feel them watching me
They know I fear
They feed off it
And I wait for them to show
Because I know they are near
paranoid,

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