Nervous
Nervous from this angry energy
Tendons tight and lungs held steady
Control is what I am
Control this seeping cold
Control this rising anxiety
One day soon this balloon shall pop
You won't want to be here when it does
So run
Run to somewhere that my pain can
not effect you
Whether that be a planet away in the
cloud of drugs or simply the
next state over with a new
lover
Wherever you need to flee I shall not
judge
I only know that you do not want to
be here when this
body floods
Copyright © Lily Helppi | Year Posted 2016
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