My anxiety rocks me in its arms
And suddenly I'm a child again
My head buried in its chest
So I don't have to face the world

It sings me twisted lullabies
Breathes out carbon monoxide fumes scented sickly sweet
Closing my eyes gently and watching me fade away

It pulls me close
And gives me the illusion of security
It holds me tight and tells me I'm better off alone
Because I'm not worth the affection of anyone else

Its voice resonates like wind chimes in an evening breeze
It won't let me get hurt
It won't let me leave
It keeps me here, a china doll
Fragile and hollow inside
A shell of the person I once was
A painted on smile

I stop trying to leave
I always end up back here when I do
I think I secretly like it
Watching my life spiral out of control
In the safety of anxiety’s arms