There is this gnawing feeling, that lives on the insides of my chest; and oh god, how I wish it would go away. I am as empty as an ocean, and yet full as one, too. There is a battle between my lungs and the oxygen that live inside them, and I cannot seem to distinguish which of them wants me to live, and which of them wants me to die.
I, do not want to die, but I do, and to try and explain that to my lover as he caresses me is the worst feeling in the world, when I should be the happiest, I am at my lowest. It is never ending even though I wish it would.
It is a sinking feeling, as if I am drowning on dry land. I am afraid of everything; living, dying and everything in between. I do not know how, when, or where it began, but I do know where the sinking feeling lives, and it is everywhere. I am afraid it will swallow me whole, whether i’d like it to, or not.
And Oh god, how I wish it would stop.
Great truthful write which exactly describes the power of anxiety.
Anxiety usually brings along its best mate, depression, just to make sure you’re maxed out.
Hope you’ve been to doctor etc.
Take care🙏🙏
This is totally sad to read. If I had some knowledge or answers I’d give them to you. I hope things get better soon.
Write it out, poetess.
Another solid write.
Holding you in thought, Angel.
Still here…