As the anxiety starts as the sun rises,
Making head spin in such a turmoil,
Trying to keep composure of my stance,
But it's hard to stand on two feet,
When the numbness takes control,
Of your every painful moment,
The oxygen seems to be lacking from lungs,
The air thickens as I cry out,
But there is not a single sound that comes out,
My lips are silent to the world, and no one is truly listening...
©️fallencalliope















