Anxiety

I don't even know how to start

This thing is breaking me

So much that I didn't know it was possible

How can something destroy your whole body so much

I no longer have control over myself and that's the scariest part.

How can I expect to be someone in life if I don't even know who I am?

Writing feels good but at the same time feels awful

Because I don't have the strength to write anymore.

And through the letter it feels that this is a suicide note.

Believe me, sometimes I wish it was.

Sometimes I feel like I would be better dead.

And the only reason that I'm still alive is because I don't want to be selfish and I want to try to be strong, especially for my sister.

Maybe there is something wrong wit me.

Maybe I'm just broken.