A hole in the Pitt of my stomach
A churning whirl of Anxiety
A constant need to DO
Do something
To fill that hole
An overbearing drive
To conform to the norm
My mind a haze of fluttering fear
The wish upon wish
Of being able to rest
Able to lay my tired bones
Scared I will never BE
The person that I never was
The normal balanced pretty soul
Please someone piece me together
All the shattered pieces of my being
A lonely pile of broken thoughts
Will I ever be a whole
Or just a broken mass of cells?
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
A hole in the Pitt of my stomach
A churning whirl of Anxiety
A constant need to DO
Do something
To fill that hole
An overbearing drive
To conform to the norm
My mind a haze of fluttering fear
The wish upon wish
Of being able to rest
Able to lay my tired bones
Scared I will never BE
The person that I never was
The normal balanced pretty soul
Please someone piece me together
All the shattered pieces of my being
A lonely pile of broken thoughts
Will I ever be a whole
Or just a broken mass of cells?
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