My anxiety was never really a problem
until I turned 20 years old
I went from being depressed to terrified all the time
like a lost puppy left out in the cold
I found myself sleeping less
and if I did sleep I had nothing but nightmares
during the day I'd have racing thoughts
but I didn't tell anyone about them because nobody cares
Sometimes my anxiety is so high
that I lose control of my thoughts
I lay in my bed and try to breathe
while fighting the urge to throw up
Some days are better than others
some days my anxiety isn't so bad
then there are days where I freak out so much
I start to cry then get very sad
It feels like an elephant is constantly sitting on my chest
not allowing me to breathe
the room gets hot and I feel so sick
that I start praying "God help me please!"
Sometimes music helps when I'm having an anxiety attack
so does taking a walk
my anxiety eases up the most when I gain courage to talk about it
I'm not really sure why anxiety has chosen now
to cause so many problems for me
I'm at the most fragile part of my life
to think it will pass is hard to believe
I have no option but to breathe
let the attacks pass and try to worry less
anxiety is a battle that's harder to fight than depression
but I think so far I'm doing my best.