Anxiety is an awful state of mind. It can make you feel trapped in yourself, your lost dreams. This is a poem that I wrote, that I think explains it perfectly.

He died alone…

A part of the two poems (Today, Tomorrow) made after that day and it made me feel special while writing this.

I will fight time to never let this day end…

Getting people to visit.

I’ve been unemployed for a whole year now, want to know how life’s been?

ABC.

A story in the key of E.

Nothing, just people and their discussions.

Someone always trying to care for people when they don’t even deserve to be cared about or at least respected.

God it sucks.