unbearable is the agony of living in a permanent state of writhing in pain from the chemical reaction created by these feelings of my self worth amounting to the grains of sand left on my palms when I narrowly escape from the quicksand of deep depression. still choking on the arid climate that never seems to leave me be. my bones wringing my flesh into burls. untwist this flesh that feels like rubbing salt into a wound whenever it is inflamed by my circumstances. struggling to alleviate the symptoms of anxiety's grip on my chest. I've survived another unbearable day.