With each beat
My anxiety rises
I took half a small pill
It’s supposed to make this feeling go away
But all I feel is
Anxiety
With every beat of
My heart
I wish it would stop beating

The addiction
It’s began
Every day now I think of
When can I do it next
I end up doing it
Worse
And
Worse
Every time

The addiction
It’s began
Everyday now I think of
When I can do it next
I end up doing it
Worse
And
Worse
Every time now

Concern is all I felt for him
I knew I was doing the same
But he scared me
Taking glass from
His shattered phone
To go deeper
He questioned if I use the
Same coping mechanism
Because I would never show him
But why did I have to show him
To make him believe me?
Now every time
I think it’s not enough
I think it’s not truly bad enough
Because he can never see it