Dark Poetry

Broken Walls

These wall that surround.
Difficulty to breathe.
Head hurting and beginning to pound.
Blade to my neck as its sheathe.

Walls that are completely sheer.
Invisible to those.
Someone noticing, such a fear....
Beats in my heart rose.

Questions I undesired.
Lungs difficult inputing oxygen.
"Why are you always tired?"
Loathing that question again.

Drowning yet no one notice.
Burning yet not one care.
"Was there amiss?"
"Was I even there?"

Trying to climb this wall.
Wanting to scream for help.
Wanting these pillars to fall.
Emotions I have felt.

Time is going fast.
Unable to keep the pace.
"HOW LONG WILL THIS PAIN LAST?"
Heart beginning to race.

Noise that rings.
Sounds shall not muffle.
Loud to the point it stings.
Wishing audio can be muzzled.

Hands filled with sweat.
Body still real.
Knowing the past regrets.
All emotions to feel.

These walls need to break.
Wanting to be free.
Living life without past mistakes.
Getting out of this insanity.

Well this is a short poem, but this is how I feel about anxiety. I cannot breathe, my brain goes static and I feel every damn emotion all at once. Sometimes it's my fault for not breaking these wall, but I eventually muster up these feelings to break free. I just wanna say that if people need help, help them if they ask. Don't idle them nor ignore their plead, just help not for your benefit, but theirs. Who knows, that person that you've talk to can help you with your anxiety as well.

Sincerely
-Crimson
Peace, Love & Genocide.