It grabbed me again, that feeling.
bare neck
it dug its claws.
Deeper and deeper,
it consumes.
Inside me,
A tunnel filled with cars
ramming into each other
one after another,
one after another
they hit,
they break,
Producing bangs
that flood my body.
Clawing at my own skin
to remove them,
“I just want them out” I say
but my body doesn’t listen.
My mind ignores me.
And it just builds.
It grabbed me last year, that feeling.
A stress,
A draining anxiousness
******* nutrients from my roots.
Holding back the words I needed
to get me out
to let me grow
from the rooms
that confined my mind.
Aching pains
that stretched me
between all these worlds,
“Am I good enough?”
“Will I disappoint?”
“Why will I never be good enough”—
a thought that lingers.
“Why do I like nothing about myself”
This feeling,
This nagging demon,
This tunnel of cars
that won’t listen
to the stop
that I shout,
this draining anxiousness.
Please—
Let me go.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 4:20 PM UTC
It grabbed me again, that feeling.
bare neck
it dug its claws.
Deeper and deeper,
it consumes.
Inside me,
A tunnel filled with cars
ramming into each other
one after another,
one after another
they hit,
they break,
Producing bangs
that flood my body.
Clawing at my own skin
to remove them,
“I just want them out” I say
but my body doesn’t listen.
My mind ignores me.
And it just builds.
It grabbed me last year, that feeling.
A stress,
A draining anxiousness
******* nutrients from my roots.
Holding back the words I needed
to get me out
to let me grow
from the rooms
that confined my mind.
Aching pains
that stretched me
between all these worlds,
“Am I good enough?”
“Will I disappoint?”
“Why will I never be good enough”—
a thought that lingers.
“Why do I like nothing about myself”
This feeling,
This nagging demon,
This tunnel of cars
that won’t listen
to the stop
that I shout,
this draining anxiousness.
Please—
Let me go.