Anxiety is a sea I have yet to learn to swim in

Fri, 01/16/2015 - 07:59 -- bemni


I washed my hair this morning

Because along with my conditioner

 I thought I could wash some of my worries down the drain 

Because right now all they're doing is swimming in my head 

They have tangled themselves together given the word choker a new meaning as they put their hands on my throat and squeeze

Though they are a little too late because I already forgot how to breath


How are you supposed to breath when you can't even find air to take into your collapsed lungs 

Because I've supposedly got lots of life to live 

But how am I supposed to do that when I'm giving myself forced injections of worry 

And my body is slowly dying

How am I supposed to do that

Deal with this feeling of drowning when nobody taught me how to swim

I am in a sea of doubt and here there are no myths or fairytails

Mermaids do not sing

And crabs do not give me advice 

On how to keep my head above the water 

So I will keep fighting against this current and 


That this sorry sea surrounding me

Holds no sharks

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