I sit at the end of the world
my feet dangling over the edge
wondering if just a little nudge
will send me tumbling down to the earth below
Like a meteorite falling across the sky.
Or will I fly free
Like a comet dancing with the stars

Some say I'm too young to be sad
Some say I'm too young to be nervous,
But at 6 years old I developed signs, but never did I show them
I have anxiety disorder, so my perception is awry
I hear noises when I'm home alone and think I'm gonna die.
My brain is on a high alert, a constant back-round noise
But sometimes light shines through the grey, so I will
keep on going.

hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.