Anxiety

Anxiety is like a beast you never know when it will strike.

Depression hits you so hard you can't move,

The fear overwhelms you.

It's so dark, and you feel lonely,

You want to crawl out and be normal but you can't.

The whole keeps swelling you whole

You're afraid of the dark

Can't sleep by yourself

When you go to the store you get really hot and need to hurry and leave

You don't want people to see you,

Think they are staring, or thinking something bad about you.

Work is even harder.

Anxiety is a bitch. 

Depression is a bitch.

But I can't change it, I can't make it go away.

Don't know If I want to make it go away.