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Ritalin Rat Jan 2014
Anxiety.
It's like a big wave that crashes over you.
It drowns you almost.
It's like being drowned.
You can hold your breath at first.
You can act like your fine.
But then it builds.
And builds.
And builds.
Until you break and you can't breathe.
Your gasping for air but you don't get any.
You can't hear.
Only muffled screams.
Telling you to calm down.
But you can't.
You have no control.
None.
Zero.
Zippo.
Zilch.
~m.a
Ritalin Rat Jan 2014
Dead
As dead as the ends on my hair
As alive as my dog
Buried in the ground
6 feet down
No one hears my screams
Because their not aloud
Their all in my head
Lively
As lively as a nightclub at 2 in the afternoon
I wish I were dead
But no one can see that
Because I don't say it
I hide it behind a fake smile
Everyday
Every night
I'm dead
And that's all Ill ever be
Dead
~m.a

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