A lot of you know about my paranoia,
I don't need the vouchers for the trips.
I've got a pass to relocate anywhere, but I chose to fight back. **** a anxiety I know I deserve better than that. I stomp the nope ropes chilling in my lawn, I stitched the wounds from my back. But I still managed to fall in the trap. Guilty of sin, in love with the pleasure. Ask my journal who clearly understood better. I wrote depression a love letter. But I'm a marry the greatest depression.... just to divorce it. Teach the darkness a lesson, light up my heart because self love will be my only weapon. A shot hit me to catch a buzz. Drunk mentally, sober pain. Back to square one, anger taunting me with a hit and a run. But I demand myself to stand my ground. Can't find me because I'm out in the open. You're searching for the broken. But I've made the repairs, my paper held me together with a pen. You can shred me all you want. I'm not about to let the anxiety to win, even if I have to refund my pass to return to hell. I'll dig up my demons to **** anxiety up. No amount of paranoia will take flight once I'm free. I'm a fight for me.