Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
Im alive
But i feel dead
Im choking
On my own breath

Im myself
But still someone else
Deciding who to be
Is a living hell

All these things
All this stuff
It ruins me
It fills me up

Im burning down
Im tearing up
Just take it away
Please make it stop
always anxious
Written by
always anxious  21/F/Denmark
(21/F/Denmark)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems