i looked at my face in the mirror tonight
my blurred eyes trying to focus
on the thoughts deep inside my mind
i was so lost and so miserable
i ******* loved every second of it

i'm trying not to lose hope
but at the same time
i'm trying to feel something
something real

****
maybe i feel too much at once
is that my problem

maybe i'm too fragile to feel

and as always
now i’m only more lost

Anxiety is a thing that will rob your lungs,
Of your breath of life.

It's a thing that has no heart and,
No compassion for worldly things,
Such as:
Age,
Place,
Or time.

Anxiety is difficult.

One second you may be sitting there fine,
With not a worry in the world...

And then your heart stops.

And proceeds to go a mile a minute,
Without any concent from you.

It takes over and controls you,
Pulls you inside,
Until you are nothing more,
Than a weak membrane,
Within your new surrogate mother.
Anxiety.