Do you ever get those days,
Where you have so much to say,
But you physically can’t say it?
Like there’s this voice in your head,
Stopping you from reaching out
Telling a friend about it,
Or even writing it down somewhere.
Like a mental block.
So now you’re stuck,
Staring at your walls once more,
Thinking about how your life is a joke.
And how you can’t do anything,
Without worrying about it.
Yet you can’t tell anyone about it.
That’s how I’ve been feeling for the last two weeks.
And it’s making me feel physically sick.
Feeling sick with anxiety.