“Anxiety”
Words are those of sticks and stones
They break and bend my aching bones
They tie a noose around my throat
And recite my thoughts quote by quote
They tear my skin and melt my brain
My soul they sell my hope they drain
My life they own but for what cost?
My love they steal my heart i’ve lost
They lead my to believe it’s true
That i could never own up to you
They tell my mind to tell my stare
To hide my face behind my hair
And never look into their eyes
Obsessively apologize
Wear dark clothes and starve to slim
Since such things seem overly grim
I think these thoughts against my will
Because you see im mentally ill
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Author:
AlinaVanderson (
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- Comment from author about the poem: please don't copy but please do comment it helps my self asteem a lot thanks.
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Comments1
As someone who suffers from may mental disorders I think this is the sad truth.
its always good to hear you're not alone, were all in this together right?
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