I can't beat the anxiety
the way my joints shake even when I'm asleep
or how my skin itches to be scratched
every time I dig myself a little deeper
these summer days make me smile
and forget
I am happy, for a moment but in a breath
euphoria
gone.
I want it to stop
I want to stand still
tired of making promises
tired of making plans
tired of believing in something that will make this better
It doesn't exist
or if It does - it's too late.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
I can't beat the anxiety
the way my joints shake even when I'm asleep
or how my skin itches to be scratched
every time I dig myself a little deeper
these summer days make me smile
and forget
I am happy, for a moment but in a breath
euphoria
gone.
I want it to stop
I want to stand still
tired of making promises
tired of making plans
tired of believing in something that will make this better
It doesn't exist
or if It does - it's too late.
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