July 5th, 2017
Secrets I write
To rid from my head
They linger on the page
And stay around instead
Filling up lines on pages
Until there’s room for no more
But the ideas in my mind
Keep me in allure
Running out of space
On my page and in my mind
Filling all the room
With nothing else to find
June 8th, 2017
I’m trapped in anxiety
Wrapped in it’s allure
I want to be saved
But I don’t need your cure
I’m falling to pieces
My adhesive won’t hold
All my cards are laid out
And you want me to fold
The whole world is spinning
I plant my feet to the ground
I look around for help
But you’re nowhere to be found
Why do you do this to me
You know who I am
But I’ll sit by myself
And take my citalopram
Doll Poetry 