I am trapped inside my own body. Screaming bloody murder. I’m pulling and pushing at the anxiety. My thoughts are just spiraling.

It’s like trying to breathe under water. I just keep suffocating. I’m begging for the drowning. Yet it just won’t come.

My past keeps popping up in the shadows. I see things when they aren’t even there. Feelings rush back to me and I can’t help but get scared. Convincing myself that this isn’t real.

Sometimes I just want to die. Now I’m not suicidal. I just hate that everyday is a fight for my survival.

I am fighting my mind. I am fighting for life. I am fighting the ghosts who terrorize.

For once I just want silence. Crave the quiet calm. Instead I’m always so numb.

I’ll just sit here with myself. I’ll mask a smile. I’ll be an Angel. At least until I finally break.