I feel,
Helpless
Insecure
Vulnerable
And open

I hate that feeling
It's like my anxiety
Is the pillow thats
Being held over my face
Suffocating the happiness out of me
Slowly,
painfully,
Without a care
The life being stripped
from my bones
And all my tears
Dance down my cheeks
As rivers of melancholy
That I've tried so hard to dam