Some days are better than others.
some days i can get up.
get dressed.
Without any thought or anxieties.
other days.
I wake up.
and the first thing that happens,
is an onslaught of worries.
Of things that might happen.
Things that could go wrong.
On those days i drown.
Trying to hold it together.
To get through the day.
Faking my normalacy.
But often i fail.
Questioning everyone around me.
Paranoid.
Growing distant.
Building walls.
Some days,
The walls are so high i can't see anything.
Just lonely darkness.
But missing everyone
Most days,
I Am Drowning.