'The sky
is the limit'
that's what they all say
but I believe
You
and I
can go far above
the sky
so the expression
should be
'there are
no limits'

I close my eyes
they almost feel like
they wont open
ever again

I breathe
in
out
deep breaths

Everything will be okay
I tell myself
but it doesn't
seem to stick

You can't do this
A voice
in the back if my head
calls to me

And I listen
I let the anxiety
take me
far

Far

Away.

Don't tell me
your sad too.

It hurts
Too much

I want you to be happy
I need you to be

If your sad too
I don't know how to go on

And I want you to continue
in life

While I stay
Here

In the
darkness.

Poetry
a simple world
of release

I write
until
my fingers are numb

To out way
the
pain

But others
they write
a happy song

And I enjoy
I try
to sing along

They bring my hopes
To a new
high

And I pretend
I try
to sing along.

Smile
okay
a real one
sorry
about what?
this is the best I can do

what happened to the happy girl
I honestly don't know
why are you always so distant
I think
about what?
everything
what is wrong with you
I don't know...

Be happy
okay
actually happy
sorry
about what?
*this is the best I can do

I want to be happy
really
actually
genuinely
happy

And for
the first time
I am.

Her heart beats
like a drum

*** ***

You heard it
and stole it

*** ***

You hid it
and fit it to your liking

*** ***

She saw what you were doing
knew the whole time

*** ***

And she
wasn't pleased

***

So she left
went far away

***

And her heart
is no longer a drum

*...

Here comes the Anxietea.
                
                      Best
                          
                            Gulp  
                                    
                                       It
                                        
                                            down.

You first met
on the playground

She wanted to play
a game

You suggest
rock
paper
scissors

She abides

1
2
3

You throw rock
and she throws paper

She wins

Again and again you play
she wins

And you don't mind.

You see her there
standing

Not that girl anymore,
not the ******* the playground

But a more beautiful woman
and she holds a baby

Yours.

You admire her for a moment
before the squels and cries

She holds out a hand
rock
paper
scissors

You hold one out too

1
2
3

You throw rock
and she throws paper

She wins.

And you don't mind.