The Usual
It keeps happening
They lied, it won't change
I'm still feeling empty and strange
My chest feels tight and I can't breathe
I need to remember to stay calm
But everything is exploding like an internal bomb
What am I even panicked about
The idea of always circling back?
My brain always tricks me then lands a painful attack
Things won't change.
This is my life.
I will never stay okay.
This devil on my should will always convince me to stray.
Copyright © Brea Pond | Year Posted 2020
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