Anxiety

My chest tightens up, rib cage crushing my lungs..

The pressure builds but I can’t decide where from.

Voicebox swells but still I yell,

Gasping for air in between.

My intentions always clear to myself..

However, not a soul seems to understand.

Why do I always have to feel this way?

Will I ever be able to stop?

They say catch it before it happens,

But what if it happens before you can think?

How do I recognize the size of a storm,

By the ripples of a sail?

Everything feels like my fault; pain, confusion, fear, anxiety.

Somehow I do it to myself..

The most destructive thing to me is myself,

Does that mean I deserve it all?

How do I escape the crushing darkness that is my mind?

I breathe so fast it makes me nauseous.

How can I finally breathe, when it’s myself I’m choking?