Certain names
Just the spelling of them
Or the places you see them
Or the context which they’re placed
Make you want to slit your wrists
Certain scenes
Remind you that you are garbage
A piece of trash, disposable, used
A pile of shit to be carefully avoided
Or even worse
Turn you into the invisible man
Certain sounds
Make your head spin like a carnival ride
You try to breathe but you can’t
You can’t because the moment stole it
You curl up into a ball and wait for it to stop
Certain smells
Remind you of your insecurities
Of the pain that will never ever disappear
Of the scars that will never ever heal
Certain touch
Turns your body into a diving board
Rigid and spring loaded to run
Fueling your nervous energy
Threatening to short circuit your heart
Certain moments
You realize you are a walking time bomb
And you wish you could detonate
To just get it over with because…
It’s the only way to guarantee its death
Tagged: ANXIETY, Dark Poetry, Death, Depression, Emotion, Hurt, Irrational, Pain, paranoia, Poems, POETRY, triggers
