I don't know how to get over the fact of you ever leaving me.
I don't know how I will ever get the fear of slipping and hitting my head on every stair hard as I can falling down.
I don't know how I will ever get the fear of choking out of my head.
It's all a ficious cycle. I don't know how to calm my mind to make a very easy peaceful life for me.
It all starts from the roots, and I just simply can't weed those damn roots.