I miss the times when i could sit and smoke eyes bloodshot
with no worries
just knowing you are with me
now that you are gone
my life has stopped
i sit in my room alone and confused
of whats going to happen
anxiety creeps always
making me sad and scared
i hate the night now
because of my constant fear of the unknown
i hate to wake , because
sleep is my only way to peace
i feel bonded to home
i can not leave
this anxiety kills me
i rather die
then feel this
so many times have i prayed
so many ways i have chosen
look at me know
ill tell you im dead
i dont want to think of the past
i dont want to live
if x’s have passed
what has become of me?
all this anxiety
im so alone
will i see the end of this chapter…

This poem was written/submitted by vincent rodriguez.