The best of me

Anxiety got the best of me, and gave back the worst. I'm sorry mom, I don't mean to have these thoughts about myself, but it's 5:30 am, I'm awake alone, crying out for help. I'm sorry dad for always seeming down when we communicate. I don't mean to give off any madness. I don't mean to bottle my feelings up, but it's 5:40 am now, the anxiety worsened, silent screams became loud cries, I can't breathe, no matter how far I attempt to run away from of this, I find myself back into reality. Mascara running down my face, that tingly feeling all over my face, arms and legs. Why do I have this, I know I shouldn't be complaining about this little problem, because others have it far worse, but I'm a human being with feelings and a heart too. My beaten up heart craves love like I crave to be healthy. 5:54 AM, I feel it getting worst, I'm lost in my thoughts and anxiety. I can't find myself to sleep, it's anxiety vs. me, and it looks like I'm losing it.