Anxiety sips from me as though I’m it’s only bird feeder in the area Depression eats away at me as though I can only suffice for half of it's needs And tonight? It’s hungry as it’s ever been. Trauma kills me As if it was an eagle looking for roadkill Me being the roadkill Drug abuse nailed me in the head waiting to **** me. Waiting to **** me due to the fact I've been defeated. So there they sit, all trying to defeat, the defeated me.