anxiety pt. 2

But I am not afraid of them. I am afraid of the shadows of my mind of the twisted and warped reality I am living in. And I scream, because it is all in my head. I scream because none of it is real. I scream because you are clawing your way up my throat, stealing my voice, gouging out my eyes, eating away at the lining of my stomach, turning my bones to jello and my hair to dust, destroying, destroying, destroying, destroying, destroying, destroying. ENOUGH. I have had ENOUGH. I am not you. I never was. I never will be. This is only a body, and you are only a feeling, and I will rise above. I am above this, above you, above my thoughts, above it all. And I will survive. And I will love me. And I will not let go. Sincerely, kk