anxiety
the pressure of the day ahead my mind is already filled with dread i am stuck in an open box easy to find but constantly lost and i can leave but i am scared of the commitment scared to die but struggling to live in a world where i am separated from the best scenario because optimists always fall and i would rather jump to my demise be in control of my own destruction at least it wont be a surprise that it did not work out and even if it would have i will never know because prevention is better than cure a life collaterally damaged by anxiety a life wondering why i have not achieved happiness