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Anxiety is an angry beast It has crooked teeth and yellow eyes And if it wasn’t clamping it’s jaws on your neck It might even be funny It’s always there A shadow in the daylight And a ghost in the night It peeks around doorways and hangs in pictures It lives in your bed Your house And there is nowhere that is safe Deep breathing is an aspirin for a stab wound Fighting back is a bandaid for a bullet hole So instead we sit And we never stir And we hope that maybe our brains will quiet Or our breathing will stop Because anything is better Than that crooked beast that taunts me Anxiety
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Our Beast
Anxiety is an angry beast It has crooked teeth and yellow eyes And if it wasn’t clamping it’s jaws on your neck It might even be funny It’s always there A shadow in the daylight And a ghost in the night It peeks around doorways and hangs in pictures It lives in your bed Your house And there is nowhere that is safe Deep breathing is an aspirin for a stab wound Fighting back is a bandaid for a bullet hole So instead we sit And we never stir And we hope that maybe our brains will quiet Or our breathing will stop Because anything is better Than that crooked beast that taunts me Anxiety
#anxiety#suicide#mosters#hopelessness#pain#loss#death
FightingforMe
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FightingforMe
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
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