Anxiety

It's all
Finefinefinefinefine
Until
BAM
and she 
Falls.
And she rolls around, cluthing her head,
Moaning and screaming.
Her demons come in the form of brands and stingers, 
Squeezing her chest until it might burst.
Her mind snaps and there is nothing but the suffocation, and the plea for it to
stopstopstopstopstopstop
And when she thinks,
I am going to my closet with a belt,
I am going to the bathroom with a bottle of pills,
I am going to my bath tub with a knife,
It
stopstopstopstopstopstops.
Just
Like
That.
Category:Jenna Fraen
Category:Poems
Category:Horror
Category:Tragedy
Category:Completed Stories/Poems
Category:Poetry