Anxiety

Wed, 04/13/2016 - 20:05 -- MBrock

This is too much for me,

my body shakes uncontrollably.

My heart feels like a time bomb,

ticking away until it explodes.

My stomache twists and turns 

as the world presses it's weight onto my chest.

 

This is too much for me,

I had forgotten how to breathe.

My lungs feel like they're shriveling away,

I feel as if I'm drowning,

gasping every breath I take,

as I'm engulfed in raging sea,

of thoughts of failure and dissapointment.

 

This is too much for me,

my fear continuously grows. 

My legs feel weak,

I feel like I will collapse into an abyss,

endlessly falling in darkness, 

where no one will hear my cries.

 

This is too much for me,

I feel as if I am being stoned to death,

bombarded with damning words.

I feel like there's a thousand voices in my head,

screaming all at once,

Worthless! Failure! Coward!

 

This is too much for me,

I beg for this to end,

but my pleas are drowned out,

of shrieks and roars.

I feel like I'm caught in a tornado,

thrown around like a rag doll, 

then ripped to pieces.

 

This is too much for me,

for eternity it will go on.

I am being tortured,

by a being I can't see.

I feel I've gone insane,

there's so much wrong with me.

I need help,

I'm not okay, I'm not okay.

 

 

 

 

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