I am the bridge suspended…
Mental Health
but why does my anxiety
ripple down…
If someone is angry, and you don’t know why, it’s hard to feel sorry for them…
the cars passing
on the street
can’t see my tears…
detached is good
for answering the phone
and not taking the yelling
personally…
I’m messed up,
I don’t deserve…
today I am a stale biscuit,
difficult to chew…
my feet drag,
I cannot reach my bed,
as long as I’m wallowing,
let’s dive in the deep end…
I didn’t say
you shouldn’t
worry about me…
I don’t need anyone else…
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