Anixety

written in 6/10/15

I can’t depend on my mother forever

Because I am afraid to lose her.

She is mortal

She is human.

She won’t be around forever.

I ask myself...

 Will I be ready?

When that time comes

Will I remain the same?

Will her death destroy?

The best part of me.

I wonder if my life will mean anything

After she is gone.

Will my life be the same?

The same... way...

Am I really afraid of her leaving me?

Does this make me selfish?

I can’t explain it

Life has it’s limits

There is no promises.

I live with my head to the ground

I get anxious when I look around.

None of this makes sense,

Life is everything.