Anxiety
Controlling my everyday life
Anxiety
Taking my heart and throwing it against the wall
Anxiety
Wrapping around in my head to consume my thoughts
Anxiety
Crying and screaming against my throat
Anxiety
Crashing and thrashing its way into my body making me shudder
When theres a knock at the door
Anxiety
Lighting fires to my insides
Anxiety
Making my hands shake so someone will notice im unbalanced
Anxiety

You seem to hurt my heart,                                                          
Repetitively,                                                    ­                              
and the doctors say:                                                             ­          
                                       "They can’t bandage a word broken heart,"
   "When the bandage won’t  be able to fix me,"                              
This is when my body mutates,
Making it hard to breath ,                  
                                  Or really do anything,
This is when,
            My ribs,                                      
                 wrap around my heart,
trying to protect it from you,                                              
                               and while my lungs were unprotected,
and I was at a lack of breath,                          
                               ­  you seemed to take that,
with any happiness you could find,                
And I sat there,
        Shaking,
Then,                  
                 ­                                       Crying because it’s not even first period

******* it hurts.
Dropping my promises like mirrors shattering and whispering sweet nothing into my ear, you had me.
You wrote all over my soul and now i can’t say a work without choking because everything sounds like you.
We chased each other to the corners of the universe trying to find a way to love one another, trying to heal our wounds with empty kisses, and you used  to draw those stupid pictures in the sky, now that you’re gone the constellations look like you.

I know you like the grains in my canoe,
That Ive spent hours painting,
I know you like the Bob Cat,
Ate the cat next door,
Like the bag of coke,
Someone forgot to smoke,
We played with it till we got lit,
Each other eats it's own kind,
He screamed, "you're a dangerous woman in heaven, you're a dangerous woman in heaven"
I'm just a teenager,
Who traces tile floors cause I'm bored,
Who likes laces and fine wines,
Even though I haven't drank any,
My head is filled with books,
I'm hungry,
But you say its worth it,
To not eat of the same kind.