Anxiety

Living on the edge of a cliff

Anxiety, It follows me everywhere I go Always taking more,

  I walk, its there I breathe, its there. It surrounds me,

like a black cloud of despair, that I run from as fast as I can,

but in the end It doesn't matter because it always catches me.

Grabs my throat slings me around. Wont let me go. Where am I? Where have I been? Who am I? how do I live? With this black pit of despair in these things that are not fair. I sit and write about a day That itl all just go away.