Back home, I feel all alone. Living in Germany seems like a dream now. I am suffering, anxiety calling me. I do not know who to tell, who to trust. Music is my getaway, my lifesaver. Right now it's The Killers, a month ago My Chemical Romance. I can't trust anyone, they all go spilling my secrets to everyone else. They all know about my personal stuff, things I only told two people. My past comes back to haunt me, I can't escape it. Anxiety? Is that you? I am waiting, but being alone is hard. Many wounds coming from different battles that won't stop. My mind keeps telling me that I can't continue like this anymore but shit still happens. I must admit, to myself, that I need help. Soon. Oh how I hate anxiety. How do I tell my parents? How do I take the first step? I need help, but who can and will help me?
This is a cry for help, a cry for help. How have I come to this situation? Why do I feel so alone?
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Life of a young girl
PoetryThe parts take around 49 seconds to read. · a piece of my mind and soul ·
