Anxiety

Wed, 11/15/2017 - 15:42 -- calega

As it eats you alive, you feel hopeless. 

You sit there wondering how this could have happened.

You may be shaking or your train is working like a train.

You sit on the floor breathing heavily,

Crash landing into reality.

You notice the grey hairs from the stress,

The nights you lie awake for hours.

The silence consumes you,

like a fire consuming wood.

The days seem longer and so do the nights,

Sit up at night asking questions you dont want to know that answer to.

Slowly you feel yourself slip away from human contact.

Learn to mask your feelings,

Not let people in.

There seems to be no way to escape this horror.

First, they do one, then two, and more,

Being on this medication makes you feel like a monster.

Itś finally all over,

You no longer feel the physical or mental pain.

Your head is clear and you rarely have attacks,

Until someone takes one thing away.

This poem is about: 
Me

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