Hidden Her.

A dark cloud surrounding her
She’s filled of secrets
She can’t even tell anyone
People might get away
Or call her insane
But she’s still normal
Feeling the emotions
So better at faking it
Can you tell you knew her well
When you don’t even understand the story of her scars?

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Anxiety.

I hate the dark thoughts. They came again. They came all over again all at once. They’re consuming me and I can’t breathe. I’m suffocated. My head’s spinning. I wanna be alone, enclosed in a dark chamber. I feel like going crazy. Or maybe really crazy as they say or my father says. I’ve been piling it all up again inside me, the fears, the guilt, the madness. I’ve been staying quiet again for too long. I felt out of reach.