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Kendra Delayen Poem
It feels like I'm dying, I can't survive this. I'm sinking with nervousness, I don't feel like this. I'm not this, I hate this, I hate me, get me out of here. I don't want to feel this, I'm worthless, I'm ugly, help me. My anxiety - it takes over me. It's the worst when, I can't explain, that I can't go there, I'm useless, I hate this. My anxiety. Help me. I'm getting there, it's stopped now. I can cope with this. I'll get there. I'll be ok. I'm fine now. I can breathe again.
Copyright © Kendra Delayen | Year Posted 2026
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