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Makenzie D Oct 2016
mind racing
foot tapping
heavy breathing
hands trembling
fingers dancing
heart pounding
eyes watering
ears ringing

*welcome Mr. Anxiety Attack.
Makenzie D Oct 2016
First you see the
“Bright light”,
And then just as
Quickly as you see it…
You don’t.
What you see is complete
Darkness.  
Black all around you.
No noise.
No wind.
Darkness is all you see,
Hear,
Feel,
Touch.
But let’s not forget the
taste,
The taste of an eternal longing.
A longing for love,
Affection,
Friendship,
Company.
But in return…
All you get is an eternal darkness…
And
The
End.
Makenzie D Oct 2016
I'm tired
But not from lack of sleep.
No,
I slept quite well last night.

It's sometime deeper
Something eating at my soul.
Something confusing my mind.
Something draining all my energy.

My exhaustion is one that can't
be cured with sleep.
Not with a day,
Not with two,
Not even three.

This is because I'm not exhausted
From the lack of sleep,
I'm tired of people,
Tired of the noise,
Tired of the silence,
Tired of the empty rooms,
And tired of the full ones.
But,
Most of all,
I'm tired
Of being
Tired.

— The End —