There is a man who lives above me
They call him "Depression"
He is said to lurk in the darkest corners of your mind
feeding off your inhibition and self confidence
You find him in familiar eyes and unwelcoming smiles
Words that cut like blades into skin
He lives for misery.
There is a woman who lives below me
They call her "Anxiety'
She finds you in sweat and short breaths
climbing into your body like putting on a sweater
she pulls every muscle and fiber of your being stiff
She lives for your shaking hands and wet palms.
She lives for fear.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
There is a man who lives above me
They call him "Depression"
He is said to lurk in the darkest corners of your mind
feeding off your inhibition and self confidence
You find him in familiar eyes and unwelcoming smiles
Words that cut like blades into skin
He lives for misery.
There is a woman who lives below me
They call her "Anxiety'
She finds you in sweat and short breaths
climbing into your body like putting on a sweater
she pulls every muscle and fiber of your being stiff
She lives for your shaking hands and wet palms.
She lives for fear.
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