when my anxiety rises,
when my worries start to flood my soul,
there is nothing I can do,
all I can do is sit alone in a corner and cry to myself.
I wish I could ask for help.
I wish I didn't have to ask at all.
I wish that there was someone who just knew when I needed someone to be there.
I am too good at masking my feelings.
I wish I wasn't.
I wish this was easy,
but it's not.
there's nothing I can do when my anxiety rises,
so I just sit alone with my thoughts as they eat away at my soul.
A/N: so I know that this one is kinda short and that last line is kinda dark but I hope you enjoy it anyways bc I try my hardest.
