The night scares me because I know
The anxious thoughts are waiting.
Waking up in a cold sweat crying.
The screams still haunt me.
Wishing that I could get out of the
Dark maze that's my mind.
If the doctor has a pill for long lasting happiness I would take it.
Everyone tells me your not meant to
Feel this at all and anxiety isn't real.
This is why I write in my notebook and don't talk to you at all.
Anxiety ruins your life come live in my head and then tell me it's not real.
I hate when people say anxiety isn't real some people in my family tell me it's not real, that hurts me because it's something that has robbed many years from my life and this is why I Bury thing in things poetry.