Why do I spend so much time worrying over things that might not happen?
Sleepless nights, and missed events.
So much time gone by.
Life is scary and I let it overwhelm me.
Sometimes it's hard to climb out of the hole that helps me hide.
Trying not to be scared, not be sad, or not be angry is too much sometimes.
I drown myself in my own feelings even though I don't know how to swim.
Do I drown or try to swim back to the top?
That's why I'm grateful I float.
