Anxiety

One, two, three, four,
I count in my head,
So the overthinking is ignored.

Five, six, seven, eight, 
The tears that I shed,
They keep me awake.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
This life that I’m living,
Is my own personal hell.

Twelve, eleven, ten, nine,
I struggle so much,
With leaving it all behind.

Eight, seven, six, five,
It sucks when your living,
Always half alive.

Four, three, two, one,
I lack so much energy,
And my body is done. 

Instead of counting numbers,
I should count the days,
For I am still living my life,
And nothing gets in my way.

My anxiety takes over,
And that’s how I cope,
But instead of pushing it all away,
I should keep holding on to hope. 

My anxiety,
Is not my identity.
It’s just a part of me, 
It’s not the whole sum of me.

Stop giving it power,
For it leaves a taste that’s sour.
When indeed you are sweet,
Do not give into the defeat. 

Build yourself up so very high,
So that your soul can never die.
Live every day as if you’re on the rise,
happiness is something that you’ll one day find.