Overload

I spent my day 

With an anxious heart.

I go on my day,

But with every beat,

I feel the unrest that

Lives behind my lungs,

Aching into every breath,

Seeping into my veins,

Turning my nerves into fire,

Causing the brain to malfunction. 

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2 responses to “Overload

  1. You described perfectly what it feels like to live each day with anxiety, while no one around you can see what is going on internally.

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