Anxiety

Why do i always cry when you say goodnight?
It's not a goodbye
Or fairwell
Why does my heart squeeze tight
The air leaves my lungs
My body run cold making goose bumps form.
Sweet nothings and promises between each controlled breath.
You'll never know I'm crying...
I'm sure it'll lead to our death.
Anxiety they say is the cause of this
But all I feel is empending doom and the thin wall of a label about to burst.
Please don't leave me... Not again
I missed our goodnights and good mornings with every detail inbetween...
But I lost those once... And I don't think I can do it again....