Anxiety attacks are the worst because sometimes you have no idea why you’re crying or angry and you just think of everything wrong in your life and you can’t control it all you can do is breath in and out and cry it out
Anxiety.
Anxiety
Is a severed limb
Which after being gone
Hurts and throbs,
Pinches and tickles
Until the pain
Is not a mystery
But a living, breathing
Disease, that while invisible
Exists just as much
As something as tangible
As skin and bone,
Muscle and tissue.
The severed of people
Walk around maimed
But unseen
Nakedly morbid
In obstructed flesh
That is blocked by cement,
Slabbed floors of
Anxiety.
