Oh, here i sit,
I'm melancholy of my thoughts.
Questioning myself–
"What thoughts i have brought?"

Just why do I feel like this?
Is it just that I'm sad or because of my hate?
Can I just shut off my brain?
There is just too much of weight.

Oh, my chest hurts,
Can I just let it all go?
I guess I can't.
My brain would just shout–"NO!"

My anxiety is killing me
Sometimes, it's hard to even breath for me.
I really hate myself because of my anxiety
And that is the real me that you don't see.