Don’t your dare take that step,
you’ll fall again.
Don’t you dare feel better,
I’m going to break you down again.
I like whispering into your soul,
the dark place
where you hide yourself.
it’s nasty, so are you.
I’ll be here, singing about
Everything that’ll go wrong
Everything that you weren’t built for.
and sipping your sweat and tears once in a while.
It’s okay. You were born to feel doubt and sadness.
you were born to feel me,
creeping down your spine
dew and dreary.
I am you.
I am your anxiety.
Written as a part of the A to Z challenge, details about which can be read here.
This is the first installment to the theme I revealed here.
Anxiety has eaten me raw, and there is little I can do to help it. Comment down below your experience and views about this daunting condition.
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