LJ (31/08/90 / Melbourne, VIC)

Anxiety

Lapse in concentration
Relapse of the past
I shut my eyes for fear
They're coming to get me
My mouth tastes metallic
My fingers are nothing
But raw, bleeding flesh
I dig deeper
Dig for the truth
But am disappointed
With bloody remorse
Flames of shame
Enfurl my naked body
Physical convulsions
Mental explosions
I rot right down to the bone

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I feel you on this one. Maybe not as viscerally, but I know about that anxiety.. nice work