I wish you could hear the shaking of these bones
To know how brave I am with you, yet scared when I’m alone
My ****** Snacks have all run out and there’s no motivation
Praying my legs keep me up and that there’s no escalation

My mind is the one that drives such thoughts into my head
Suffering from choices that might conclude in accompanying the dead
Fear is all that drives my consistent anxiety
And I long for you, for what I fear is me