Evening

Anxiety strikes hard.

Crawls over me, and attaches itself like a taut corset over my chest.
As swords that punctures my lungs and heart over and over again.

I can't breathe. I don't want to sleep, I don't want to fall asleep.
I don't want to wake up. My tongue is numb.

My head, my thoughts are too much and too many.
I can't distinguish a single one of them, it's one big mess.

I don't dare to fall asleep and I don't want to wake up and face this shit one more day.
But I must.