SHUT UP, BRAIN!

Anyone with anxiety can tell you what that title means.

lump in the throat

tears in the eyes

fears roll into fears

gods I hope no one dies

fuck I feel the bloat

don’t hear the cries

a hot knife that tears

my heart fries

or is that frying

the stress is trying

it feels like dying

on a curb lying

knots are tying

in my chest

there is no rest

never the best

always the worse

as though a curse

were spent

on me

thoughts running

strumming

humming

thrumming

spiral

twist

contort

distort

forever…

shut up, brain! You have it good! Just shut the fuck up!

*deep breath*

no relief

it’ll come

it’ll come