This anxiety tries to **** me,
Time and time again,
Makes me fuss over little problems,
It keeps on whispering, "This is the end."

I try to shoo it away,
But it doesn't want to let go,
Now depression comes by,
To sing along with anxiety's deadly song.

It keeps messing with my mind,
And other people tell me to relax,
But depression gets the best of me,
My mind is starting to crack.

I always thought this was a phase,
Everyone would just go though,
But I'm sure this is different,
According to someone I knew.

It tries to drown me,
In my past of regret,
I don't want to give up,
I just don't want to yet.

"Oh no, I needed this!",
"Oh no, I forgot about that...",
Responsibility, it seems,
Is what I tend to lack.

I wasn't always like this,
I used to be very responsible,
I used to like to be a leader,
But my mistakes don't seem flammable.

I don't know the true meaning of depression,
Anxiety is mostly what I have,
But itself is enough,
To make me insane, to make me laugh.

So please leave me alone,
Please leave me to my thoughts,
But I hear my anxiety bellow,
"Just give up, you don't have a chance."

I don't know which to believe,
I just end up crying,
Sometimes I just wonder,
"What would happen if I'd start dying?"