I'm scared And the only way to escape anxiety is to get rid of the fear. But I can't, I'm lacking confidence- I'm all thoughts but no action.
My father left me he's gone I don't know what kind of person he was I don't know how he would've talked to me I don't know what his touch would've felt like I don't know what he would've said to my friends
But I know his absence is the reason this anxiety lives inside of me
anxiety is not a disease it is not a condition it is a feeling
a feeling that can be replaced*
I just wish I overcame it before it found a comfy place to call its home
Now I struggle and old memories taunt me from afar