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I want to throw my keyboard, Why am I even typing. I want to slam it to the floor, just to ease all this griping. Streams flow from my eyes, my heart pumps, I can't stop the cries, stutters, tha-thump. I need you here, You said you'd be free. But you've gone to sleep You can't see what this anxiety is doing to me. My breathes are uneven, I can't steady my race. My heart won't slow down, I need to stop my pulse. Stop. Stop. STOP. my heart needs to stop, I need to quit feeling. This anxiety's too much, I need to start healing.