Anxiety Bones

By horrorchantenshi

I am not with it again.
   More and more days
pass me.
It's like the world is moving quickly
   and I'm frozen
and left behind.

And it hurts
   how they punish me
before they help me.
   Don't they understand
I'm not that kind of girl.

I can't move when it's at that point
   I just sit
and shake
frozen.

Don't they get I'm asking for help
"She missed another day
she must be a delinquent"

But don't they get it?
I can't go
I can't move
because I have anxiety in my bones.

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Published on Friday, December 13, 2013. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Anxiety Bones"

On Saturday, February 25, 2017, Queazenart (200) wrote:

It's a happy accident, me coming upon this piece. Anxiety and bones are both reoccurring themes in my writing, so I was instantly drawn to the title. Good poem. Reminds me of high school a little too much.
On Friday, December 13, 2013, Dejected_Worth (81) wrote:

I think i felt the earth shake beside you.... very well done
On Wednesday, December 18, 2013, horrorchantenshi (36) wrote:

Thanks for the comment!
A former member wrote: I love this poem, I have anxiety in my bones sometimes, too. That's so ingenious of you to name the feeling like that, it's so true. Thank you for sharing this.
On Friday, December 13, 2013, horrorchantenshi (36) wrote:

Thank you for commenting :)