Anxiety

“That feeling when you don’t even know what on earth you’re actually feeling” 

 

I often find myself;

Sitting in the corner of my room.

Worrying;

About something.

 

Something, that I don’t know,

Something, that doesn’t exist.

But something, that worries me,

Something;

That is my little secret.

 

Cluster, is what I call it.

My brain; a huge cluster of things,

One that I cannot escape,

One that is slowly engulfing

Every last bit of me.

 

Drowning,

In the cold deep waters,

Fighting to keep up but,

I only get pushed down,

To the very bottom.

 

It’s a world inside of me,

That I cannot explain.

It’s a world;

Full of empty yet chaotic thoughts,

That turn into monsters,

When left alone.

 

The end of which,

Will be the end of me.