Please set me free anxiety,
I’m sick and tired of the
sleepless nights that without a
reason you think I deserve.
Please set me free anxiety,
I don’t want to keep on
overthinking every thought again
and again.
Please set me free anxiety,
I don’t think I have any more
tears left to cry over small things
I should leave behind.
Please set me free anxiety,
I don’t want to give you the
power to make me stop and wonder if I
deserve the things I’ve been wanting
for so long.
Please set me free anxiety,
It’s time for me to learn
how to breathe again without caring
what you have to say.
The pity party is over,
go home.
– emotionally drained.
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She felt too many things, so many
she couldn’t manage to process it all
so her brain was often flooded with
overwhelming thoughts of how everything
could go wrong until she couldn’t manage
to think anything at all.
– saturated.
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Heavy breaths bounce in the corners of my room
while tears stream down my face as I wonder
what’s the reason this time around?
In the back of my mind, I know for sure
why it’s 1am and I can’t sleep again.
It’s scary to say it out loud.
I pull up my phone to distract my brain
since it seems like it can’t keep quiet but
all the images remind me that I
don’t have anyone to call to ask them
to help me out.
Even my dog leaves quietly towards
my parents’ bedroom even though they
haven’t gotten home yet.
I don’t start to calm down until
these words make their way
into the notes on my phone.
I can breathe again.
– panic attack
Author: Beth Haze
Author Bio: nineteen years old from ba. usually overly caffeinated writing short stories about people she sees on trains. poetry lover.
She’s currently writing about music for Bleached Magazine, publishing poems on her poetry Instagram @hazedsights and preparing to be a junior in college.
Link to social media: Instagram @beluvila | Twitter @bethaze
