I wish to be the person who isn’t afraid to do anything by themself

Get food, go to the bathroom, anywhere in fact

I wish to be independent 

People look at you like your crazy 

When you ask them a question 

Will you go get food with me?

Will you go to the bathroom with me?

Anxiety is the devil

It makes your world turn black

Black 

Black 

Black

A tornado of wind spins around me 

I feel the walls caving in 

Am I still alive? 

I feel like I’m dying

Why does everything hurt?

Do I still wish to be that person?