Poetry

Anxiety.

I'll bet you can't relate, because it's too late at night for anyone to even be awake. I'm still awake, thinking, I can't stop fucking thinking! My brain feels like a tidal wave and my eyes can't stay closed. Salt water escapes out of my eyes in oceans of sadness, as I think about what was and will be. Why is it always me? Why can't I be a normal human being? I just want to be happy. My brain hurts so badly and it feels like I can't breathe. I look at my skin as it starts to bleed, I guess I need to trim my nails. I just want to scream, but I can't. Why is it always when no one can hear me? Why does this happen?