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Nov 2016
Digging my nails
Into the flesh of my
Chest
Only to rip open my rib cage
And hope for the
Best.

There's a heart
I'm trying to show to
You
Because it's slowly healing,
And I was wondering if you could love it
Too.

My eye is swollen
From allergies but I can't look at it in the
Mirror
Because it reminds me of the black eyes I had
And if I don't look at it I can think
Clearer.

Today isn't the best day
I feel a lot like a
Failure.
My self esteem that I've built up
Is slowly depleting and I wish you could be my
Savior.

But I'm in this
Alone
And this battle is my
Own.

Blood drips from my open rib
Cage
I am waiting for you to sew me back up,
Despite my fear and all its' false
Rage.

I feel that you are up to the
Task
But in case you are not,
I should probably just
Ask.
Slowly remembering why I hate the holidays. I feel like crying! Great!

EDIT: You can see the progression from the beginning of my anxiety attack to the end. I'll mark the others that follow this one.
storm siren
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