Baskadia

When my anxiety kicked in

Everything became shallow

But not a hallow to feed

Standing up with my two feet

Parading up and down

Yet, feeling of being paralyzed and chained,

Keeps on revolving around me

Going to work a couple of times

Gulping a lot of pills to remain calm

As if all has been going well

Seeing many therapists made me even worse and more confused

A lot of qualms started popping up

Will I even make out of this thing Alive?

I mean looking at my future arriving at my destiny,

Before I could attain was heart-wrenching

Looking at this soul out of me

Being helpless, not moving, just tears

The pain clicked in

Seeing the inner me conk out like that

It became a trauma I couldn’t put up with any more

Drank pills and went to sleep

That was my last goodbye to my soul