Weekend? Anxiety does not know of days off!

It amazes me how much I let my mind wander to the clouds. I build up a friendship or a lover. The crash back to reality is almost unbearable.

When mourning the departed, take heart in that task
The one you now mourn, wears now a new mask.

A grey and lugubrious winter day outside. Disconsolation, despondence and grievance within. Yet the birds still sing, the time still ticks and the heart still beats. A requisite of life, to experience certain things, whether we like it or not.

I remember the first time I looked into your eyes, and the love you had for me wasn't there anymore.

Despite being full of life, you come to realise the fact that you are also dying. We are all dying. All on a timer, counting down, taking us towards our inevitable end. How can you not have compassion, empathy and love for others who are dying?

Police: You're acting like you've done something wrong?
Answer: Sir, when I suffer from anxiety; I believe I am wrong.

Breaking down these walls impossible
Because I’ve built them so high that they can never fall
And I cannot let them no matter how desperately
I want to destroy every last brick indefinitely

When you cannot change though you've tried. That is the biggest disappointment.

This skin is not my own
But a blanket I have wove
A untruth I have long been lost in
A lie that I have told