Just a glimpse of how anxiety affects a person, in this case me.
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It's eating away at me
I'm wasting away
because I'm being eaten alive
by this thing we call anxiety
Click, click, tap, tap
biting my nails in worry
the cuticles peeling until they bleed
I can taste blood from the inside of my cheek
I keep biting, it reminds me of something that's real
blood's real, it's the only thing that's real
fingers tapping
index, pinky, ring, thumb, then the middle
index, pinky, ring, thumb, then middle
indexpinkyringthumbmiddle
indexpinky ring thumbmiddle
index pinkyringthumbmiddle
indexpinkyring thumb middle
repetition, repetition
one, two, three
music
friends
books
calm me down, for a bit
but then it's back to the
nail biting
arm cutting
finger tapping
cheek biting
blood-drawing
repetitive OCD-type of days
then it all ends.
I'm safe when it all ends.
But.
Slowly.
It.
Begins.
Again.
Index.
Pinky.
Ring.
Thumb.
Middle.
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PoetryA collection of poetry by @layschips1 RATED PG-13 HIGHEST RANK: #295 in Poetry © 2015 by layschips1 All Rights Reserved