Anxiety

March 18, 2022

I wish to be the person who isn’t afraid to do anything by themself

Get food, go to the bathroom, anywhere in fact

I wish to be independent

People look at you like your crazy

When you ask them a question

Will you go get food with me?

Will you go to the bathroom with me?

Anxiety is the devil

It makes your world turn black

Black

A tornado of wind spins around me

I feel the walls caving in

Am I still alive?

I feel like I’m dying

Why does everything hurt?

Do I still wish to be that person?

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