Category : Poems
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An ache for something indescribable.
An ache for an unknown void to be filled.
Longing for what I know not of.
Haunted thoughts, returned from years passed.
That ache again..
That void that yearns to be filled,
But yet, all I get in return is the beautiful anxiety.
It fills up the cold blood that runs through my system, and turns it even colder.
My stomach twists into knots..
Breathing becomes a struggle,
To throw up, and render my insides empty, would be an easier relief, but it doesn't come.
If it does, then my anxiety has lost to me, but no one really enjoys losing after all, so it clings to my very own life.
When teamed up with my depression, I dare not stand against them.
I wasn't born this way,
But I might die this way.