Tick tick tick tick..
My anxiety hears, “quick quick quick quick..”
A constant reminder that I’m running out of time. How much longer until it envelopes me and buries me deep, hidden from the world for the rest of my time here.
No one can help even of they say they can. How can they ever understand what it pulsing through my brain when I can’t even catch any of the words to even elaborate? I hear short, meaningless words. Quick. Run. Die. Fail. Die. The only thing that gets me is my own anxiety. Am I a prisoner to this? Am I destined to stay locked up in this tower to which anxiety has the only key?
I can’t break free and I can’t scream for help because there’s no one to listen. Even if they did. They don’t hear me.
I’m tired of the constant battle between breaking free, waiting to be saved or giving myself completely to my own warden.
I just want it to be quiet.
But still, I wait.
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