A book of poems for the dead

Anxiety

Anxiety

I feel it inside me
The pain, the torture
The agony.
You clutch my heart
You seize my gut
You tear me apart
And You make me cut.

You creep.
You're like a brick
I can't sleep
And You make me sick

When will it be over?
Get out of my head.
I feel you all over
I'm hanging by a thread.

Drowning in this society
I can't escape
Drowning in this anxiety
Covers me like a cape.

Falling back to the same feeling
No I know I'm not dreaming.

I wish I could exhale the pain
I wish you'd get out of my brain.
I want the life I deserve
And the happiness I observe

But you take over my mind
And God, everyone's so blind.

This poem is a little corrupt
But this anxiety got me fucked up