The demons in my head 

Seem to know me more 

Than my very own friends 

Digging deep into my fears 

Creating false senses of security 

Finding comfort in the illness 

Never.

Stop.

Thinking. 

My mind tells me as I overthink 

What some may never begin to fathom 

The unimaginable becomes a false reality 

I just want to breathe 

Heavy, deep pressure weighing in my chest 

Unspoken expectations given by myself

Why can’t I allow myself 

The ability to breathe 

Creating new worries 

But,

It’s not me, rather this leech in my brain

Clinging to me, poisoning my every thought 

It’s not really reality, just a figment of fear