♡a.n.x.i.e.t.y♡ By Katherine Mills =========================================== What am i doing here...? Under all these layers... Is a deep, deep pit of anxiety. I cant help falling in... Over, Over, And over again. But i hide it. I hide my tears, and my pain. The guilt of death. The darkness in my veins, Controlling me, Pulling me, down, down f a r t h e r d o w n . . . I miss you. I love you. Why'd you have to leave? "Stay happy, my love. Don't ever, ever forget that." Why does everyone have to die?... All these memories... Haunting me... I will never forget you, Grandmother. And Lizzy, Ned. Fly high Lizzy. Fly high Ned. Fly high, Grandma. =========================================== This poem is a tribute to all who i looked up to who died. It came as a shock to me. Fly high. You gave us wings of light, and now... God gave you your own wings. So use them. And don't look back on the past. Look at the future.
... "Sad people smile to make others happy. Lonely people keep to themselves so they don't affect others. People with anxiety are really just shaken by something. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Look on the inside." ...
