Lost in Transition

I don’t want to be alone anymore.
I don’t believe in myself.
I don’t feel much anymore, the only thing I recognize is anxiety.
Mind buckling, chest crushing anxiety that sucks the air right from your lungs
and slowly and effectively kills
your will to live.
Why should I be proud of that?
Why should I be proud of myself?
Every time I open my mouth to speak I embarrass those around me.
I am an embarrassment, and I am alone.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.