Oh anxiety how you have a grip on me..
Trying to control what I can't even see.
Reaching and grabbing
Yet all that's left is stabbing
Causing wounds that might not heal,
because hearts are turning to steel.
As I plummet to the ground
drowning never to be found.
Hopeless and so depressed
feelings that can't be suppressed.
Weighed down with the garbage
I have to unload the baggage.
I want to take hold of the door
and see what could possibly be in store.