He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."

I need a breath
of fresh air.
I need to feel that
you are here.
I need to be
changed.
I need you
now.

Lord, heal
my heart.
Let me know
it's alright.
Give me the
strength to
keep going.
Keep smiling.
Keep growing.

I do not feel anything
is right
On the inside of
me.
Change me.
Rearrange me
Help me to see
the way you
see.
me.

the moon wanes
and the sun sets,
yet my love for you,
will never mortalise
till death do us
(into) a part

either i do not exist,
or i am loved by you
i want to be nothing in between.

The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.

i hope that when i meet forever,
it looks like you.

it's the same old story that everyone knows;
one heart holding on, one heart letting go.

i am not happy,
the past will
never change;
the memories
still haunt me
& i don't
feel the same.