Anxiety
is a hole in your soul
it is a circle, never ending and gray
the taste of salty tears burning in the back of your
throat
the remains of a camp fire itch in your nose
Anxiety
punches holes in your confidence and makes
your heart rip
Anxiety
is a hole in your soul
it is a circle, never ending and gray
the taste of salty tears burning in the back of your
throat
the remains of a camp fire itch in your nose
Anxiety
punches holes in your confidence and makes
your heart rip
This is a awesome poem.