"My flaws ate me alive, while I struggled to get out of their mouths, to escape their sharp, gnawing teeth. Always silently screaming, but no one hearing the whole stanza. I scream, and scream, and scream. And I panic. The anxiety builds up. It combines with the stress, with the lack of will, with the internal battle, and a panic attack ensues..."
Rated: K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,244 - Published: 12/7/2017 - Complete