Anxiety is the enemy. You crumble and forfeit all of the good things that come your way.
You overthink
Thinking becomes a chore.
I’ll walk away
Over and over again
They’re not the only reason why I fall into my pillow at night
Saturating the clean linens with my tears
It’s my failures that shine through my fears
The pain you’re in reaches deep
and you no longer need my company
Now I’m suffocating, but happy
It’s unfair to assume I don’t care
When all I wanted was...
you
Minus the lingering feeling of despair.