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"WordSmith"-Sure?

"What's the worst form of fear? To go through the same guilt again and again!"
..
You know, 
I have trust issues!
Some literal ones
Which are quite depressing
At times. 
..
When I hit the rock bottom
I just re-live them again. 
..
Now, think of you
Making the same mistakes
Which I shouldn't have 
At first place!
Isn't the moment of "self-doubt" for real?
And it takes a heavy toll.
..
Probably, that's my problem
It definitely is.
I tried to stop myself
From going through it again and again.
But seems like damage is done.
..
A potential damage 
That often restricts my spurted flow of words out of mouth.
Though my rants are all set to be lashed at someone
Full of despair and complaints!
But now these thoughts seem to be hitting the thin walls of my veins
Making their way to the hyperactive pumped brain
And there I feel a hard pricking pain against the cranium!
..
As i try to hold myself together
I just pass out 
And it seems as if 
There is this endless void
Where it's just me, 
The black sky
And an alter ago
That's too fluent with words 
And getting along with the people.
..
("Void, Void"- 
"Knock Knock")
Did someone knocked at the door?
"Yes, Yes"- said the anxiety
As the night got darker
It rained heavier
And clock on the wall showed
It's already 4!

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