Anxiety and I

Just me doing a poem about my Anxiety and stuffs!

We use to play at the sand hill, you were my friend and I trusted you.

Who are you now? Was that the end? After what you did, you left me in a stand still.

How could I make another friend? Why should I of ever tried with what you did?

Now I wake up, praying these memories would of just died. Its probably just funny, on your end. 

Every person and every time I see someone now, I panic, I can't breathe and its because of what people like you did.

How can I make new friends and Trust again with what you did?

Do you expect me to just forget?

To sleep?

To Eat?

You ruined my child hood.

Now I am hurting very deeply.

I don't have mild mental health problems, only regret after regret. 

The Earth has Crust you stand upon.

I have Trust in which my heart stands on.

You destroyed it all, I can't stand. I'm numb.

You walk hand in hand with heart breakers, I guess I should feel pretty dumb. 

Now everyday apart of me feels numb, I feel like a failure and someone who doesn't belong. 

When all along it was because of all of you Abusers.

Pretenders to get along with me to take everything I have.

Now I have Anxiety.

I'm along the path of mental health because of users. 

Now I can't breath.

Users Abused me, now I have to use things that I feel are Beneath me.

I can't go out. Not without pain.

In the end, this was your game. 

There is no more room left to breathe, I've tried to be stout. 

Finally there is no doubt, down the lane is only your reign. 

Over and over again, until the end.