Anxiety is like a knife blade
With the handle as a knife blade

suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option

nothing hurts me
like your pain

I read some
I'm out of my league here
I vent with words so some can hear
Possible what I write
Is highschool writes
Compared to my reads here
Still I will Penn as clear
As I can
I will read and learn it
I will understand your work
This basic poet

I just went to bed
left you on Read
I did it on purpose to mess with your head

Laid in gossamer sheets
tinged sickly red
with the blood of words
that went unsaid
hard to deny
who made the bed
who caught whom
in whose spinnerets

Distraught with rotting thoughts
locked in my own stocks
stalking twisted halls
the clocks have all stopped

Stuck in my head
kicking myself
with broken knees
and buckled legs
struggling to free myself
from myself

Entombed by one I never could deceive
darkness abounding when all that I need
is to catch the right light
and stop trying to fight
Oh, what a tangled web we weave

You know what they say about plagiarism ? It's the lowest form of flattery .