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My Anxiety
This darkness is surrounding me,
Choking me and fighting me.
Invisible hands ‘round my throat,
Dirty waters, crumbling boat.
Sun descends, the night is open,
Instead of facing, I am coping.
The tears make trails down my face,
A map of rivers, oceans, lakes.
How do I handle my anxiety,
In this disgusting, harsh society.
My lungs can’t take another breath,
If hearts won’t beat; I welcome death.
Shadows lined around my bedroom,
Wonder when it will be my doom.
How much longer till this nightmare,
Falls apart under the sun’s glare?
Yet I wake up in the morning,
Tear-stained pillow, that’s my warning.
Everything feels just the same,
Face the silence, play the game.
Shaking body, shaking hands,
Random shivers I can’t stand.
Hearing whispers in the hallways,
Paranoia is here always.
I don’t know how to stop these feelings,
I’ve tried crying, laughing, dealing.
The darkness has an iron fist,
I’m done attempting to resist.
I told myself to not give in,
My vision blurs, I can not win.
I’ll miss my family, my friends,
I didn’t know how it would end.
And even though I’m gone for good,
I have escaped the demon Could.
She could have been a little smarter,
She could be more if she worked harder.
And on the steps that lead to death,
I wonder if I should have left.
I miss myself, I miss my life,
I’ll push through happiness and strife.
Oh, what I’d do to live once more,
To shout and cry and walk the shores.
I hate the beach, that much is true,
And yet I miss the waves of blue.
I miss the people, inside jokes,
Books of evil wizards, hoaxes.
I want to feel the pounding rain,
The human flesh of blood and pain.
I miss my family vacations,
We traveled to many locations.
I want to smell the scent of flowers,
Take wonderful, hot evening showers.
I fear I made a great mistake,
Just one more step, I’ll never wake.
I shake my head, I must turn back,
But then my world dissolves to black.
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