I'm not so sure you know what it feels like
To be haunted, anxiety ridden and torn
Torn between the things you can't see and the things you can't reach.
That's an awful predisposition. To be torn.
To have such an awful anxiety, to the  point at which you struggle to breath.
Sometimes you can't breathe at all.
And when that happens it's between life and death.
Choosing.
Between hope and loss.
To be amongst the skeletons of delight or the scorn of the angels above.
Choose wisely.