This anxiety inside of me,
Makes me feel very weak.
Attacks that I frequently,
Get each and every week.
Anxiety makes it hard to speak,
Nothing comes out of my mouth.
Which makes me want to shout,
I wanna make this stop without a doubt.
To stop worrying and be able breath,
To stop the this icky sweat that is wet,
That makes me feel connected to death,
My unhappiness makes mom upset.
I'm suffocating but still I'm breathing,
I despise this familiar feeling,
That's has me on the cold floor kneeling.
No can hear my desperate screaming.
I'm losing control 'cause I'm going insane,
It's taking my soul that barely remains,
Taking over my innocent brain.
My happiness I am trying to regain.
