In the depths of our anxiety we weep

Wishing that we could just sleep

This is going to get quite deep…

Tears start to fall down my face as my thoughts race –

These are known as the bad days –

I look into your eyes

To only see the frights that terrorize your mind

Everything begins to rewind.

Go away…

But why does this sadness continue to stay?

We try to pray, it’s what others always say.

Now onto a new day –

The bags under my eyes show that I cry

Why…

I didn’t get to say goodbye..

I just really miss you –

Hold on, I need a tissue.

Why can’t I go back to when this wasn’t an issue?

We used to be so happy.

I don’t mean for this to sound too sappy

Now well, my life is crappy.

I always wish for the best

Like, is this some sort of test?

All I really need is rest –

Shattered into pieces and my anxiety increases…

I am broken.

Soft spoken, words of affliction.

This is self-contradiction.

xoxo,

Samantha