Poetry Blogs (Anxiety)
Got that Bob Marley “every little thing” playing in my head.
Whilst thinking about all those whose belittled me, replaying what they said.
My emotions wreaking havoc, and it’s starting to spread.
Infected with anxiety whilst living in this dread.
Feeling like the only cure is the liberation of being dead.
Saturday 6th March 2021 1:59 pm
Her universe was split into a mass of struggles and compressed emotions within an sunken space.
The collisions of depression and anxiety grew stronger forming dark energy made up of misery; it’s high density crushed happiness quicker than the speed of light.
There were once stars in her eyes, shone brighter than any quasars, but it burned away creating the black hole in her being, leaving n...
Thursday 25th February 2021 2:26 pm
You say I am a good person,
They say I am a bad one,
Forgetting that I am just a human being,
Just being what I am now.
Change is unstoppable, just like the flow of water,
People change, so does life,
Making sad almost all the time.
They say you are the one with wisdom,
I can only see you as the one with regret.
"Life is beautiful" as you state,
So why it becomes so hard living like ...
Wednesday 24th February 2021 6:08 pm
I feel more and more like broken glass
as each day has gone pass.
I try to stay strong
while everything goes wrong.
I don’t wanna upset them,
they think that I am as beautiful as a gem.
Why can’t I see myself as they see me?
Why must I lack so much glee?
I need my friends to make me happy,
because without them I feel so sappy.
I hate that I must admit that I’m no...
Thursday 18th February 2021 4:01 pm
I don’t wanna be here
and that may be hard to hear.
I’m sorry for always letting you down
because when I do, it makes you frown.
It’s become second nature to fake a smile,
because being happy is the new style.
I hate it when we argue and fight.
I hate it so much, it makes me cry at night.
I think I’ve run out of tears
from crying all these years.
I cry in the car...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 3:56 pm
It feels like the world has stopped in its usual tracks. Evidently deepening all existing cracks.
Prior acceptance to daily life is altered. Causing vibration to all that was taught to us.
The new is the unknown and previous certainty a distant memory.
A memory of which we fight and clutch tight too. A faded interpreted dream, our only prayed for virtue.
I feel a inhumane pres...
Monday 8th February 2021 9:39 am