this anxiety is killing me
my mind is one with poison
I'm that dead flower
I want to sink in the ocean
they ask me what's wrong
the answer is everything
wish I could ******* run
but I                                              can't

I want to blink and wake up,
be someone that's not me
because I hate myself
but I'm still selfish
so what sense does that make?
I'm trying to hold on
but I don't see a                     handle

throw me away like garbage
treat me like ****
who knows, maybe I deserve it
I just want to be happy
I don't want to be lonely
I miss my old life
when I try to catch it,
it runs from me
somebody help me
I can't handle          this