HYPOTHETICAL ANXIETY

My stomach's shaking like a quake I breathe intensely but there's no joy Relaxing sober feels so hard Why can't I sit still inside this void? Has the substance use washed over me? Just gotta remember that it's okay This paranoia's all a dream I keep forgetting I'm wide awake I don't know everything That's well or wrong inside me It's a trick of the mind There is nothing more to see My mind is clear as polished glass My dinner's still half full on my plate I never finished my cup of coffee I did start drinking it too late It feels like I forgot Everything I've learnt up to this point I keep on staring at the wall And see a transparent static noise I don't know everything That's well or wrong inside me It's a trick of the mind There is nothing more to see I don't know everything I don't know everything