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Apr 2013
anxiety gets the best of me
and i dont know where to turn
should i accept the weight on my chest
and let myself crash and burn?

i feel suffocated
i can hear my heart pound
sometimes i wish i was dead
little does everyone know
im going crazy within my own head

i came across these little pills
meant to help the pain
they keep me calm
like the relaxing sound of rain

i wish i could make this on my own
but i realized i need help
ive been asking for support
like a dog begging for attention, letting out a yelp

something is holding me back
i cant get what i need
in the mean time ill be waiting
left alone to bleed

ill be taking those little pills i love so much
to keep my mind at ease
they keep me going everyday
but before i become addicted
i need help, please
Becca Bruno
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Becca Bruno  Boston
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