The Monster called Anxiety

There's a monster that lives in my head.
A wretched beast that yearns for my fear.
It feeds off of despair, and laughs at my agony.

They call it "Anxiety"

It fills me with fear.
Wrenches my stomach with a cold, hard dread.
Like a thousand-pound weight,
Constantly holding me down
Burying me.
Like a fire
Burning me from the inside out.

Nothing is the same,
Nothing is as it should be.
I have to do things because no one else can do them right.
A constant fear lurks inside of me.
Fear of people and fear of failure.

I'll bite my skin.
Dig my nails into my palms.
Anything to calm the storm.
Kicking at nothing.
Rubbing my hands together as fast as they'll move.
Anything at all.

Please don't leave me here to suffer any longer
Please just let this end.
Can't you see, I'm dying inside.
This beast is eating me from the inside out.
I'm losing myself.
I need a savior.
Don't you see? I need you.

Author's Note

This is based off of my anxiety and what it feels like.

Reviews

[Alec]

As another who suffers from anxiety I love how perfectly you describe the condition. Many who don't know what it's like don't understand the toll it takes on those who do. It's always nice to realize that someone else is in the same boat as you and that you're not really as alone as you might think you are.

[ღCloveღ]

Thanks, Alec. Anxiety truly does feel like a monster, eating us slowly from the inside out.
Oh my gosh, we should make an online support group. :)