Doom..

Doom..

A Poem by August
"

It's game over.. I lose..

"
Blurry vision, my forehead's sweating.
I can't breathe. This is so exhausting.
My mind chokes on my thoughts
while my hands are on my throat.

They say there's an end to every tunnel,
a light after the dark.
But my world feels closed like a funnel,
leaving scars and marks.
Should I or should I not?
Guess there's no difference even if I don't.

It's game over.. I lose...

© 2023 August


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Added on July 27, 2023
Last Updated on July 27, 2023
Tags: Depression, anxiety

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August
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