Anxiety. Poem by Alex Butler

Most days I stop and wonder why, at night I ponder, break down and cry.
With my mind in shambles, and chest beating fast, why am I so stuck in the past.
Anxiety sets in, and I cannot sleep, all I can do, is sit back and weep.
The tears fall down, but I'm afraid to talk to friends.
Cause they're there one moment, and then another it depends.
I don't want to trouble someone, who just cannot be there.
To talk me out of depression, and show me they care.
I'm not suicidal, that'll never be the case, I'm just real unhappy, and feel out of place.
I'm just another person, I know It's not so bad, cause theres people out there, with no mom or dad.
Dying of hunger, dehydration, disease, begging and praying, please save me please.
I know people care, and I won't say your name, thank you for being there, I'm really glad you came.
Back into my life, or stayed by me through it all, I hope you'll still be here, when I make that final call.
Whatever the case, I bring it on myself, for keeping it inside, and throwing it on the shelf.
I shouldn't be afraid, to message someone when I'm depressed, because there's someone there, to make me feel blessed.
Again I'm not suicidal, this isn't my final call, I'm going to end on this note, friends and family, I love you all.