When theres too much venom in my soul i begin to feel my my skin crawl. I instinctivly bite and claw away at myself to get the venom out. However to no avail, this sick feeling remains.
When theres too much venom in my soul it makes my brain hyperventilate. I cant catch my thoughts as they zoom by. Suddenly the fast pace stop with a
crash.
When theres to much venom in my soul it overflows through my eyes. I try to catch every contaminated drop before someone sees. Although, the sleeves of my shirt are ill equiped to handle a leaking damn.
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Author:
Amherrera1190 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Everyone feels anxiety and depression diffently and i feel like if i share how i experience it then maybe it could help someone. It also is meant to help people who dont feel anxiety or depression get an understanding of it.
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Comments1
Beautiful and emotive prose
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