Anxiety

Anxiety. 

Penatrading me, suffocating me.

Making me feel like I can't breathe.

I can't talk; I can't speak.

I'm scared of what's inside of me.

All these demons, all these monsters.

They want to take my soul, rip out my heart.

Oh my, I'm falling apart.

The silence hides what I feel inside.

I want to speak my mind, but my mind won't let me.

I'm always thinking, always daydreaming.

I need Whitney to believe, to force me to breathe.

Even though she makes it worse, her gift is my curse.

I'm going to use it, abuse it, like it's my own.

So when I feel this way, each and every single day.

I just need to breathe and hit replay.