Endless Worry

I lay here silently,
worrying about different things.
I know I don't control over them,
but I worry just the same.

Will everything work out?
I surely hope they do.
But what if they don't?
The unknown can be so frightening.

I think about my problems,
What am I going to do?
My heart is full of dread,
my stomach is in knots.

I care about others,
what happens in their lives.
Hoping they are fine,
I wish I could aid them.

Why do I do this?
It serves no purpose.
My nerves are on edge,
I feel I can't stop the endless worry.