HYPOCHONDRIA
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glazewolf
glazewolf caged mind of unsaid words
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A short peek into the mind of a hypochondriac

HYPOCHONDRIA

I live in a nest of fear,

I live in a nest of fear, made by twigs of icy fright.

I live in a nest of fear, made by twigs of icy fright. Amidst the thumps of my heart in my ear,

I live in a nest of fear, made by twigs of icy fright. Amidst the thumps of my heart in my ear, I look for a path of light.

My heart is pounding.

My heart is pounding. My hands are shaking.

My heart is pounding. My hands are shaking. I know its weird sounding.

My heart is pounding. My hands are shaking. I know its weird sounding. But my ears a re ringing.

I read about multiple personality and I think 'Maybe I act not only as me but also Molly"

I hear about dengue and I think "OMG!! I have pain in my muscles and knee"

I hear of someone's cardiac arrest and I think "My left arm is definitely in distress"

I get no sleep pondering

I get no sleep pondering If tomorrow I will wake up alright.

I get no sleep pondering If tomorrow I will wake up alright. With thoughts like these floating,

I get no sleep pondering If tomorrow I will wake up alright. With thoughts like these floating, no wonder why I am kept up all night.

Its so sad to see that I am a prisoner in my own mind.

Its so sad to see that I am a prisoner in my own mind, by an entity called anxiety nibbling at me until nothing is left behind.

And when midnight is minutes away,

And when midnight is minutes away, I wonder why I am so afraid.

And when midnight is minutes away, I wonder why I am so afraid. I think of all the people that left even when I prayed.

And when midnight is minutes away, I wonder why I am so afraid. I think of all the people that left even when I prayed. And then I remember......

I have nothing to live for anyway.

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