Crowded mind,
Aching heart,
Unwanted worries,
Keep going back and fort.

Mouth are shut,
Heart wanting to breakthrough.
Who would listen from the hurting within?
No one would and no one ever care.

Losing hope,
Dying on the inside.
Trying to grasp life,
Is there anyone that cares? No one.

Reaching for help, someone to talk to.
Rejected by many.
How busy the world could be,
To not notice that the statement "I'm fine"
Actually means "Help me".

Anxiety was a joke for somebody,
It never was for those who are experiencing it.
It robs hopes, happiness, and worst
It robs life.


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