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Dec 2020
panic like quicksand
sink before i even know
to fight whats happening to me
to fight for my soul
i'm not even myself anymore
too overstimulated
to feel the whips that crack on my skin
can't hold my concentration
i'm just so sad
outside of myself right now
the more i try to hold it all in
the more it starts bleeding out
i'm just too many things at once
and i just wanna be okay
i wanna go back and fix it somehow
but i know there just isn't a way
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
(22/F/i'm not really sure)   
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     gabby and Bogdan Dragos
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