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Dear anxiety, i know you still cling to me like clockwork, you never fail to show up, control my every move, like a puppet and its master— pulling the strings making me look at my life through a mirror, yet I'm forever scared— to lose you— old friend. i walk around in a haze, but you're there to comfort me, a static noise i can't turn off old friend— i can't sleep without you sleeping beside me, sending shivers down my spine, i feel you touching me, with your cold breath. i shiver - I'm scared— of what you do to me. but i let you stay. you influence my speech, put words in my mouth— that i didn't want to say. make me stutter, ’cause i can feel you clawing at the door— to let you in when everything seems calm i always let you back in i ask you to leave, but you make me stutter— You poison me— and i end up begging you to stay you know you're my weakness. you may burn everything to the ground, everything i have— but i can't get rid of you— i always hear you calling my name answer it in a heartbeat, old friend— you understand me and comfort me, I'm addicted to the feeling of drowning, with tears running down my face I'm addicted to the ghost inside of me— i hate you but i still let you in i regret it. i stopped feeling and started accepting— that you're always here, you're part of me.
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
A letter to my anxiety
Dear anxiety, i know you still cling to me like clockwork, you never fail to show up, control my every move, like a puppet and its master— pulling the strings making me look at my life through a mirror, yet I'm forever scared— to lose you— old friend. i walk around in a haze, but you're there to comfort me, a static noise i can't turn off old friend— i can't sleep without you sleeping beside me, sending shivers down my spine, i feel you touching me, with your cold breath. i shiver - I'm scared— of what you do to me. but i let you stay. you influence my speech, put words in my mouth— that i didn't want to say. make me stutter, ’cause i can feel you clawing at the door— to let you in when everything seems calm i always let you back in i ask you to leave, but you make me stutter— You poison me— and i end up begging you to stay you know you're my weakness. you may burn everything to the ground, everything i have— but i can't get rid of you— i always hear you calling my name answer it in a heartbeat, old friend— you understand me and comfort me, I'm addicted to the feeling of drowning, with tears running down my face I'm addicted to the ghost inside of me— i hate you but i still let you in i regret it. i stopped feeling and started accepting— that you're always here, you're part of me.
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May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
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