Anxiety

 

 

Anxiety

I have a feeling of death
As if at some point I disappear
I cease to exist and it will only remain moments...
A vast, hate-filled void inside me...

A bitter and colorless solitude
the coldest feeling
The greatest desire to leave this land
And without a doubt the will to die

I feel alone for a long time....
- Must be just the anxiety...?
But today it is more real, as if at any moment everything will end...

I see no reason to stay on earth any longer, I have become what I feared the most...

The spitting image of my father...

Barueri Young Poet