Anxiety is killing me

Anxiety is killing me

It starts like a whisper,

a thread of thought too tight to unravel.

Breath catches, shallow and quick,

as if the air itself has turned against me.

The walls lean in,

not enough to crush.

just enough to remind me

they could.

My heart beats a rhythm

too fast, too loud,

a drum I didn’t ask for,

pounding against my ribs.

Every silence is a trap,

every sound a threat.

Even the clock

ticks like a countdown

to something I can’t name.

It clings like a shadow,

never seen, never gone,

lurking in the hollow spaces

where peace should be.

Sleep comes in fragments,

shattered glass in the dark,

each dream a tangled echo

of things I failed to outrun.

I want to scream,

but silence holds me tighter,

Strangling me, help me please

Take away this weight I’ll never lift.

It gnaws at the edges of me,

a quiet ruin spreading,

turning every steady thought

into a trembling thread.

The mirror shows a stranger,

wide-eyed, worn thin, not me?

It’s a face I no longer recognize,

I cannot look away from it.

Even the morning feels heavy,

each sunrise a cold reminder

that the night may end,

but the fear never does.

Anxiety is cruel it controls you

It make you want to give up

Even when you win, you want to give up

Curl up and cause no fuss or pain.