The other day
I was okay with living,
I enjoyed the idea of it.

Then something hit me,
I took it all back.

I didn't want to deal with this for years,
I didn't want to live anymore.
I enjoyed the idea of death more than I did life.

Then the anxiety came,
it crashed onto me like a tsunami,
I couldn't breathe
or talk.

I was underwater
gasping for air,
I screamed for help but nobody was there.

I cried,
i wanted to be okay.

I wanted to enjoy the idea of life someday.