DArk Grace with Painted Recovery

 Just a little passage/story that i wrote free verse... maybe its about me... maybe its not... i dont know, because i dont know which is me anymore.  But what i do know is they all like the medicated Emilie and i dont cry anymore... But what scares me is that maybe this is not me at all, and the truth will come out.... and they will run, and i will cry again...

I've lost someone else due to my anxiety, or at least I believe its my anxiety.

Where does all this anxiety come from, why is it stopping me?

Forget

Let them win, and forget...
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