Literature
Anxiety Disorder
I feel worthless, useless.
A pest, a weight, ruining everything.
I feel broken, shattered, like glass.
I have no hope, no light.
Feeling like running away.
From everything that curses me.
I don't feel like living with this anymore.
I feel like falling, endlessly, into the ocean.
Under the waves, choking, drowning.
Where I try to lift my hands up.
My body is heavy, my mind is scrambled.
I don't think normally anymore.
The words don't have a proper sentence.
I listen to their poison lies, over and over.
I can't do much else, it's the only thing in my head.
I've wished and worked hard.
To no avail have my efforts been.
So I suff