anxiety

A Poem by whitfitt

It’s cold and quiet.

I’m alone, yet I feel surrounded.

What is happening?

I can’t breathe.

I close my eyes, nothing feels right.

I open them, everything is still the same.

What can stop this?

Who can stop this?

© 2011 whitfitt

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Added on March 24, 2011
Last Updated on March 24, 2011

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whitfitt

Ft. Worth, TX

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I'm Whitney. I love God, Volkswagens, stretched lobes, tattoos, piercings, cats, sleeping, writing, Tumblr, comedy movies, reading, sleeping, smiling, laughing, sleeping, being barefoot, driving, coff.. more..