Trigger warning- anxiety

I can't breathe anymore.
I can't feel either.
Everything is wrong

I can't see
I hear white noise
I have to face the fact that you're gone.

I'm suffering
And for what?
I'd rather have you than the rest of the world.

Just one look. A smile. Anything to make me feel less alone.

I can't breathe.
All because of this fucking disease that no one believes.

You did.
You don't exist.
At least. Not here.

I can't grow.
I can't let go.
I can't breathe.

Please help me.
Please.
Anyone.

Please

I'm suffocating.

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A/n- I know that when you hit a low point that it doesn't feel like you can reach out, but I promise you can.

If anyone wants to talk, feel free to message me and I will do my absolute best to give you any advice you may need, or just be there to listen.

Love you all,
Bye