Story of my Life

Anxiety has made a home for itself, the cheek of it, it even has its own slippers; with haha emoji icons embroidered on them, oh and its own cup which says 'Pipe Dreams are life's Nightmares'  
 

Depression is a constant companion, it's like a stalker that won't leave you alone, a bit like my shadow; it's there typing away telling the World how meaningless life can be.

Hope has found a rock to crawl under, self belief has buried its head in the sand, and as for love other then for family, that's in some deep abyss drowning in fear.

There's no tears, they're saved for lost ones, those who deserve them, I'm left with my emotions each with their own rocking chair, slowly, ever so slowly going insane.

Yes anxiety likes to play games, torment you, but most of all take away your dreams and hopes, and make smoke rings out of them.