My Anxiety Poem by Cmack Estevez

Please take it away
I don't wan't it
My anxiety is getting worse.
I'm losing control.
I feel like dying suicidal.
I'm freaking out.
I can't calm down.
Someone please help me.
I hear noisy rackets.
I hear and witness dead people.
I see red blood on the floors.
I think I'm going to die in 7 days or more.
Am I'm dumb?
Am I'm stupid?
Why I can't be in love?
Am I'm ill?
Will I die anxiously in my resting sleep?
Will death take me out?
Pills don't help.
I wan't to be normal.
No retardation.
Just Normal.
My heart pounds and paces up faster and faster when I'm nervous.
It's killing me.
I'm suffocating.
My mind is ill.
My eyes are nearly blind when I'm squinting.
My arms and hands are shaking.
I can't be still.
Help me?
Take away my anxiety
It's hurting me
Please!
What am I'm going through?
What am I'm going through?
Is it my worried some?
Is it giving an attention?
Will people help me?
or they won't?
My answer is Please take away my anxiety.