A hand is gripping around my neck
It's blocking me from taking a normal breath
I can't breath
I'm starting to see black dots
And then it releases me
I can finally breathe again
I feel dizzy and nauseous
I sit down to calm myself down
I start to feel five things
I find five things in one color
To calm myself
And slowly
I calm down and I breathe without shaking
This time you haven't won
This time I was strong enough to win
But who knows next time
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The depths of a mind on a self healing journey
PoetryA journey of self healing in forms of poetic texts. From the depressing thoughts one can have to self destructive thought to a way to heal one's from these. From one depressed individual to another I hope these can capture you, so you know that you'...
