-to the anxious people who relate

  Lately it feels like I just want to scream with my mind at anyone who even dares to look at me. “YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND” I want to yell so badly. Because I'm on the edge of a cliff waiting to break at any moment.

  Anxiety consumes me and it's so hard sometimes.

  My mind has been playing tricks on me or maybe its the truth

  I don't really know and don't want to find out the truth.

  Everyday is the same. Happy, anxious, happy, anxious, sad, sad. Frozen so so frozen.

  I know there's people that deal with this as well. But it's so hard not to feel alone.

  Don't leave me alone please with my mind. talk to me, talk to me i'm begging you please.

  I'm a writer and a poet but what good does that do?

  I wish someone would just look into my eyes and say “it's okay and take my hand”.

  Oh how I long for someone to understand me truly.

  But that's impossible because only you understand yourself best.

  What if the person you feel is your soulmate you can't muster even the deepest things in your heart are they really the half of your heart. But still they make things easier knowing they're there.

  When you speak up it's like a weight is lifted off your chest but what happens when it comes back worse

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  I don't know what to do with myself

  I truly see how the mind is a scary and creative place

  I replay images and situations over and over in my mind

  Whispers and laughs

  That make my heart races

  Her and this and that

  They're not talking about me right.

  What did he tell that guy

  Was it that im awful

  Is this my downfall

  Please please

  Please

  SHUT UP

  SHUT UP

  Sometime anxiety can be short term

  Like when you have a presentation

  Oh how I miss only being anxious then

  But when it's all consuming

  Every single day

  It feels all too much all too much

  I cant okay

  HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT LIKE IM FINE

  WHEN MY MIND IS FILLED WITH CHAOS

  But I do we have to survive in this society after all

  For the first time in a while.

  I write this

  Usually this just consumes me inside.

  The pen and paper

  Stops

  As I see in between my bed and the memories

  Of the desk classroom

  People

  My mind spiraling

  I go to escape in a story.