Live Long and Prosper

I’m trying very hard not to have a panic attack.

The world is full of people

But I am alone.

Trapped inside a mind

That is no longer my own.

I had a voice

But you will see

That these choices

Were not made by me.

This is not a life

I would have wanted.

There are lies

That make me haunted

Hidden below the surface

And restricted by fear

Are the sounds of screams

You will never hear.

I have walked

And I will fall

But in the end

I will conquer it all.

For everyday

I grow stronger

Until one day

You will control me no longer.

Apperently my so called “anixety” is making me very sick. Now how the fuck do you cure that?