Existence

An anxious ball

tightly wound in my chest

it seems to have its own pulse

My existence outside of this tension all but stops

trying to breathe is my only goal

but how

how do i take a breath

when my heart is barely beating

all i feel is electricity shooting into every part of me

i cant think beyond this pain

this desperation

this all consuming electrocution

I’m not afraid to die you see

but i am afraid to live

when i know my existence

will mean a 1,001 almost deaths

from this enemy known as anxiety

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