I'm so scared cause my anxiety makes me picture my family as ash and my friends as bones.
Anxiety is like a shadow cast over my life and I can't seem to find enough light to make it go away.
hen will the anxiety consume me and turn me into ash and bones.
How will I survive this hell I'm living in, the torment I've gone through, the fear I've lived with for so long?
Will my anxiety be the death of me or will I find a way to escape it, Ill try to find a way to make it. I'm on the losing end of this fight. the anxiety makes me fear that this will be my last night
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The Words I finally Have the Courage to Say
PoetryPoetry of the words I finally have the courage to speak, and the anticipation to write.
