Someone take this broken beating thing in my chest
Take away the anxiety and pain
It’s like today is yesterday
And I haven’t healed any
I feel like I’m grasping at the straws
Struggling to breathe through the water again
I’m so sick of my feelings
So tired of feeling anything at all
My dreams betray my thoughts
I see your face once again,
Feel your skin beneath my fingertips
Some days I just want to cry
Scream at the top of my lungs
And learn to forget the sound of your voice
Am I doomed to feel like this forever
So broken and consumed
So wrapped up in every thought and memory about you
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
Come sit with me awhile. Writing is my favorite kind of magic—conjuring dark worlds, forbidden souls, and stories that haunt long after the last page. Lately, I’ve wandered deeper into psychology, the mind, and the shadows within us all...
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