Category : Poems

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I clean the house to numb the pain. I smoke to ease the anxiety. If I drink the feelings get worse. I get mad when I cry which turns to feelings of hate. I suffer from suffocating these voices in my head are so irritating. Won’t someone stop the screams behind my sewn shut mouth as the anxiety takes over blinding my vision. I’m doing the dishes, but I’ve lost track of what I’m doing. It goes dark for only a moment, but I know its been longer than a moment cause my hand is throbbing and there is glass in the sink. Everything hurts including my teeth. Something no one should see, it’s the monster in me.