Oct 2014
I hate that feeling
That grows
In the pit
Of your stomach
Head spinning
Weightless
A tornado
Thrashing in my chest
I stick my head
Over the toilet
Waiting for the anxiety
To fall out
That grows
In the pit
Of your stomach
Head spinning
Weightless
A tornado
Thrashing in my chest
I stick my head
Over the toilet
Waiting for the anxiety
To fall out
