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Cure My Anxiety

This poetry book is a collection of raw and honest reflections on living with anxiety. Through poignant and emotive poems, the author captures the complexities of living with an invisible, yet all-consuming, mental illness. The poems delve into the experience of anxiety from various angles, including the physical sensations of panic, the constant worry, the isolation and the struggles with self-doubt. The poems explore the intricacies of anxiety, from the daily challenges of coping with the symptoms to the impact it has on relationships, work and personal growth. The author's unflinching portrayal of anxiety is both heart-wrenching and hopeful, as the poems take readers on a journey of self-discovery and healing. This book provides a unique insight into what it's like to live with anxiety and offers a sense of community and understanding for those who may also be struggling with this mental health condition.

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by Garett Sharp

130 Poems

Poetry + Prose

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Counting Sheep

It's 3 AM and I am just starting to think about going to bed

But I started writing this poem instead

Another rhyme,

Another line,

More fucked up words hidden within my mind

More sad prose from a guy nobody knows

And it's starting to get old now

Will I ever be happy?

Everyone always asks if I ever think about writing something lighter

Oh, so you want me to be sappy?

And just forget about everything that's happening just to be a little brighter

I've tried

I end up crumbling the page just to throw it all away

And then begin to cry because nothing about me feels alive

And I'm just so tired of fighting with how I feel inside

Every night it's the same damn thing

Just let me sleep and maybe dream

About something other than anxiety

I'm begging, please just let me lay down

And burrow in the pillows to cover up a frown

And rest easily without a sound

Counting sheep gets me nowhere

Just like everything else in life.

I'm tired of staying awake with a sharpened knife pressed against my hollow chest

A single steel blade just begging to pierce my flesh

If you don't go to bed we will never leave your head

The screaming silence will become louder instead

This shit is getting old

I'm starting to grow cold

And as my body deteriorates at the speed of light, I have death mocking me with every sight

My bones decay and my will to live begins to wither away

As if

I never

Existed

Dear Anxiety

Oh, my dear anxiety

You make me think that I must conform to society

My inability to behave with such propriety

Reminds me that I'll never be good enough so I quietly sit and reminisce on all of the things that make no sense to me

Oh, my dear anxiety

You've started an inner rivalry with my thoughts and I ought to push it aside and refuse to abide but I fight it and I try to win every single time. And if I am asked, I am forced to say "I'm fine" even though nothing about this is fine so where do you draw the line?

When I die?

When my heart refuses to beat?

When the irrevocable attempts on my life stop becoming attempts and this all comes to a halt?

I feel like I'm being stalked by a predator,

I'm the prey.

Sometimes I just wish this would all fucking go away.

Oh, my dear anxiety

Please just let me go. I won't tell anybody that I know

I promise I will lock it up and throw away the key

Your secret is safe here with me

Just make it stop

You can make it stop

Dictionary

My heart is a dictionary

A few hundred thousand words that I cannot even speak

My tongue is obsolete

My head is filled with static

My blood contains a poison that courses through my veins

Yearning to be a part of something bigger

But yet it remains the same

As you take a look inside my heart

You turn the page, searching for a good place to start

And as you learn that with each page you turn

There is another bridge burned

I am trying to teach you the weight of my pain but all of the words are the same

My trauma is laid bare in chronological order

You're becoming an etymological hoarder

Take it in

Let it seep into your brain

I want you to feel my pain

Each time the book is closed

I am suffocated by the words that I don't know

Shove me on a shelf and leave me there

Stranded for years

Collecting dust and splattered tears

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