Anxiety Poem by Levi Lavigne

Friends and family with her but she's never felt more alone. She lets her heart love but only to be broken by the man who promised her that he'd never dare to. Not letting out a tear she stays strong, and listen to devils and heathens telling her It will be ok. Wondering what will happen to her If she faded away, would anyone miss her, would anyone come to see her In her death bed.

She held all of these fears, and buried them six feet deep. Hoping that no one will find them. Until someone came Into her life that promised her he can take It all away. In dismay and dread, she denies what he's talking about, pushing him away so that he never has to know. Anxiety laying with her In bed, snaking Itself up her body saying It was looking for the fainthearted. Putting It's hand around her throat It laughs.

Walking through the halls at school, her eyes buried In anguished, avoiding anyone who stares at her. He walks up to her asking If she was ok, putting on a mask filled with melancholy and pain she tries to act like a normal person would, or at least what our society defines as normal. And continues like It was another day. Because It was, nothing was different and nobody really cared.

That's what she told herself every day, It was the only thing that got her out of bed every day. Putting on her headphones listening to songs that made her smile, thinking these song would normally scare people but It made her happy. Everything was going great, until somebody started to laugh at her, pushing her Into lockers because they thought anxiety was a joke, "we all have stress you freak but you get treated special for It and that's not right".

That's what they yelled, why couldn't they see. Anxiety is a breath never released suffocation of the lungs and the whole of your mind. Anxiety is a clock that never stops ticking with the constant click, from past to present. Time never ends and oh darling nor does anxiety. So she sang along to one of her favorite songs hoping It would make her feel better, she yelled. Our hands are free, our lives have just begun, It's getting dark we should go back, but what's the use if what you love is what you have. And I could die right now, for something beautiful to take me somewhere else, I try but I can't calm down
As I drag myself along these severed hands, they are doing the very best they can.
It's what the lyrics said, and she believed It. There couldn't be a happy ending for her, so fake love and broken wrists was all she lived. And a happy ending was the blood on her wrists, as the adrenaline started kicking In and the high she got made her forget all her problems. She continued this through high school, not telling anyone her secret, wearing long sleeves and sweaters, to cover her shame. This was her happy ending, you don't get a prince In the end like the fairy tales. This was reality, and nothing better came out from this. So this secret she hides and love she will find, maybe one day but not now, and the dishearted had he made. Shaped Into something else, and she liked It.