#anxietywriting
Night now scares me,
to the core, sleep now haunts me.
My mind is out of my control.
I pray,
I pray to lord to take care of me,
while feeling disgusting.
All those thoughts and memories
now feel like bruises on myself.
All I do is numb myself.
My heart runs at a pace,
as if trying to make me feel safe.
Nothing now feels new anymore.
My brain freezes, my heart races,
my legs kick the blanket
and the pain in my chest worsens.
I finally open my mouth to breath,
but my brain turns blur.
Now deep breaths don't work
unless and until I am done punishing myself.
The dogs barking don't affect me now,
as i hear someone cry beside my pain,
as though the night borrowed my voice.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 3:28 PM UTC
Cross my tears, lose my eyes—
these feelings fall as sadness starts to rise.
I lose my space to lose my mind; I cross
my hopes and pray they survive the night.
My joy feels too old; these skins
want to die young—tired, stretched thin
from wearing sorrow too long. I feel like
a blade that’s forgotten how to shine.
Rust gathers under my lips;
I’ve spoken too much to the voices
in my head— and all of them,
_all of them_ just want me dead.
Static feelings stuck in my sweater—
crying, even when it’s warm; cos I
don’t own a sweater, just a hoodie—
Something to cover my soul when I
feel like a ghost in daylight.
In my reflection, an invisible hand
gives me an invisible middle finger.
Even my mirror won’t look me in the eye.
These lips— they started off soft;
now they’re triggers, eager to flip
me off, shoot me down.
I am the despised poet— too hideous
even in my sweet dreams— this is
the real version of me: _unwritten,
unwanted, unmoved._
My soul’s literature is tired—
not of bleeding, but of no one
noticing it still bleeds.
And truth be told... I know the
purest colour of feeling blue.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC