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She is stressed.
I am stressed.
She can cope.
I have no coping mechanisms in place, because anxiety is new.
She yelled at me, insinuated I don't love her.
I know these feelings aren't normal; you don't have to tell me.
I know I need to get help for myself; you don't have to tell me.
I'm sorry.
I walk around the house, a shell of myself.
No one here to bear witness to my emptiness.
I fight off the tears, taking every ounce of my will.
Men aren't supposed to cry.
I know I smile and make others laugh; you don't have to remind me.
I know I've disappointed you before; you don't have to remind me.
I'm sorry.
I've cancelled something I normally enjoy, because the anxiety is too much.
The other express concern, but all I can say is I'm sorting things out.
My head hangs low and I sit in the car, unwilling to move.
I'm sorry...
I am stressed.
She can cope.
I have no coping mechanisms in place, because anxiety is new.
She yelled at me, insinuated I don't love her.
I know these feelings aren't normal; you don't have to tell me.
I know I need to get help for myself; you don't have to tell me.
I'm sorry.
I walk around the house, a shell of myself.
No one here to bear witness to my emptiness.
I fight off the tears, taking every ounce of my will.
Men aren't supposed to cry.
I know I smile and make others laugh; you don't have to remind me.
I know I've disappointed you before; you don't have to remind me.
I'm sorry.
I've cancelled something I normally enjoy, because the anxiety is too much.
The other express concern, but all I can say is I'm sorting things out.
My head hangs low and I sit in the car, unwilling to move.
I'm sorry...
Anyone who knows me knows I hate poetry...but this is how I feel today.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
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