My thoughts riddled me
Tell me what it really is?
Morphing nothing into something
They say to dream but do the little things
Well I do
They're stuck to the sole of the shoe
I feel like I'm gonna lose
I just don't wanna lose you
These emotions
I cannot seem to understand
I know these patterns of mentality
Like back of my hand
And I seize to admit
Why I deal with this spit
When I dream I feel bliss
Then I wake up to this pit
In my chest
It's like I'm always gasping for air
But then she puts her hand through hair
And I can breath without a care

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I suffer from severe anxiety, sleep disorders, night terrors.. this is just a nice poem I wrote about how my love always calms me down when I wake up in a panic.