Anxiety
Alone in this bed pondering the thoughts that make me fear the morning.
Why am i like this?
Is it the anxiety?
Or just the way i am?
I feel as if i’m on my last breath.
Am i alive or dead?
Do i do this to myself or is this normal?
It’s been this way since i was in middle school.
Too tired to be awake during the day its as if i was made to be awake during the night
I’m afraid to be alone, could this be something causing these feelings?
I don’t know what to do
Copyright © Sav Hester | Year Posted 2019
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