How it feels to have GAD

It doesn't feels good to have anxiety.
It doesn't feels great to have this painful aching unexplainable feeling inside you.
This pain that no one can sees, no one can feels,
To the very fact that deep down,
Suicide is the only thing came cross your mind knocking every second every day,
Asking you to leave this world,
But your heart,  keeps enduring it,
Its bleed and breaks bit by bit,
This unexplainable fear,
That only God Knows nobody understand,
How stupid it is to feel scared to even breath,
Or to be scared of the very smallest thing that aint nobody give a shit about it.
All the stormy clouds, thunder and lightning all over my body,
Indescribable, undesirable,
The feeling that you wish you could stop.
With even a little stares, a little stern voice, those looks could break me to the very worst.
Every hours is a pain,  every second is a helliish moment.
Every mistakes feels like the biggest sins of All.
Everything seems wrong,
Everything is such a mistake,
To live,  to breath,  to smile,  to be happy.
Tears are my bestfriend,
And suicide is by far my favourite thoughts,
But not so favourable.
I wish I could stop evrything,
I wish I could pit an end to this very little scary and fear, 
And leave this world for real.