Do I worry?

I worry every single day.

About the smallest things, the stupidest. 

I worry about the past and the present.

I throw up about the future. 

Even when everything seem okay

I worry. 

I get sick and mad and I worry. 

I get sad and angry and I worry. 

About what I said and what you meant. 

I feel lonely surrounded by people and I worry. 

My head gets burry and foggy. 

My stomach hurts and I get cramps. 

My body gets heavier and slower and I fucking worry. 

And I hope – nothing good –. I hope to disappear 'cause that seems to be the only way to stop it.