overthinker

My withering bones can't take this anymore,
My breaths are stammered,
And I can hardly breathe.
My thoughts are racing like horses,
And the words I want to say are lost at the tip of my tongue.
I was choking up.
I was drowning.
I couldn't even summon the courage to speak.
Maybe that was a sign that I was going to break down completely in front of you.

a.b.