Breakdown

Don’t think
Don’t feel
This dark dream
Is slowly becoming real

I want to run
And literally scream
This anxiety
Is swallowing inside

Do something
Make it quick
The hole is getting bigger
Waiting my inevitable fall

I need distraction
And something to hold on
This soul is shaking bad
And gradually fade

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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