Anxiety is a sea I have yet to learn to swim in
I washed my hair this morning
Because along with my conditioner
I thought I could wash some of my worries down the drain
Because right now all they're doing is swimming in my head
They have tangled themselves together given the word choker a new meaning as they put their hands on my throat and squeeze
Though they are a little too late because I already forgot how to breath
Actually
How are you supposed to breath when you can't even find air to take into your collapsed lungs
Because I've supposedly got lots of life to live
But how am I supposed to do that when I'm giving myself forced injections of worry
And my body is slowly dying
How am I supposed to do that
Deal with this feeling of drowning when nobody taught me how to swim
I am in a sea of doubt and here there are no myths or fairytails
Mermaids do not sing
And crabs do not give me advice
On how to keep my head above the water
So I will keep fighting against this current and
Hope
That this sorry sea surrounding me
Holds no sharks
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