**** me, my mind said so. Heart doesn't like to talk anymore, since she's been beatin' one to many times by nervousness. Anxiety and Depression like to have threesomes with me, ******* me from all ends. I'm so sore, they do it raw and sometimes I bleed. Whenever I talk Anxiety's *** still lingers in my mouth, it reeks. He made me swallow hard. They told me if I said anything what would be the point. They're not real.