Filled With Anxiety

I was hurting...
That I stupidly focused on the wrong things that make me sad
and forget 'bout the people who are always willing to offer good reminiscences

I felt betrayed...
That I've come to apoint if condemnation of all the peolpe that surrounds me
feeling that they would all gonna hurt me

I felt depressed...
That it was like carrying all the emotional grim thoughts on my own

I was quite numb...
That I don't know how to sort things out on people who have been so close to me
yet hurt me much deeply

I was confused
That I don't know if there's something wrong with me

I was searching...
That I want to look for myself on my own
away from all the people I've known

I was lost...
That I've forgotten to notice the best people
who chose to care 'bout me