Anxiety is a killer.
It feeds you insecurities and doubts.
It wedges its way into the pit of your stomach and forces you to face your demons hidden inside.
Anxiety is a monster.
It has ripped my heart and mind to shreds.
It has made me doubt myself more then I ever thought possible.
Anxiety has taken me as its victim.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to escape.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
