My Anxiety
Don’t know if I’m here. Don’t know if you’re there
and now I can’t breathe. Oh God I need air.
There’s tears in my eyes and pain in my head.
I sit and endure as my face turns red.
There is something off about all of this.
Something is wrong with the memories I miss.
The memories of laughter only bring pain.
My mind isn’t right. I’m not sure if I’m sane.
When it runs me over. The feeling sets.
Is when I remember my past regrets.
The times spent wasting. The times over thinking.
The times spent staring and never blinking.
I started using drugs at a young age and my mind was effected by it. So now I suffer from anxiety and depression and I see the world differently than before, and this is how I tried to describe it.
