anxiety

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
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whitfitt
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..

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