my anxiety is killing me
inside out

even as I watch the world fall and crumble
I can't help but hate myself

pathetic and lonely

I can see all my enemies laughing

yet
I refuse to give them the satisfaction
seeing me dead in a casket

even if I grow old and miserable
I want them to know
I walk with my head high

I'm so empty
I barely care about anyone or anything

I'll have to thank them for keeping me alive