My body is sinking,
quick sand.
I keep over thinking,
confused.
Paranoid about your words,
self conscious.
Pounding in my head,
Blurring in my vision
Shaking in my skin.
Cold overflowing.
I see my breath-
Fog.
This isn't death,
this is life.
I'm living-
overpowered.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
My body is sinking,
quick sand.
I keep over thinking,
confused.
Paranoid about your words,
self conscious.
Pounding in my head,
Blurring in my vision
Shaking in my skin.
Cold overflowing.
I see my breath-
Fog.
This isn't death,
this is life.
I'm living-
overpowered.