OCD

 

Crushing weights on my chest

Breathing becoming labored

Heart beating fast

I have to do it

Or my world will end

 

I try to resist

But it’s just too hard

I wonder

What it would be like

If I could try

And walk away

 

I turn away, gulping hard

Feeling the weight start to crush harder

Gasping for air

Heart beating fast

I have to do it

Or my world will end

 

I take a step and give a little gasp

I taken another

And before I know it

The urge has reseeded

It feels good to know

That my world

Will not end

Author's Note

I have OCD and it's nothing to laugh about. It's scary and you never known when an urge will come. At least for me. I am able to live with it and repress it so people don't have to be bothered, but it's still hard.