Sit on the beach and put your head in the sand, feel the grain in your eyes, feel the scratch by your thighs, grab a hand full of sand and put it in your mouth and swallow and as the small pebbles coat your throat and cause discomfort, choking a little bit more until you aren't breathing, you gasp for air but it doesn't help, you can't and you lose your grip on life and you black out, and you are gone.
That is the feeling of anxiety.
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Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.
PoetryRead the title you dope. Changed because I'm not okay anymore. This world is a cripple.