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The walls are falling in again, The walls are falling in. I can feel them crumbling again, I can feel them crumbling. The air, where has the air gone? It was here a moment ago. The cracks have all been sealed; The air vents refuse to blow. And the door, wasn't there a door? Now all I see are four walls. There was power too, I'm sure, And a signal so I could call. But no, there's no way out or in, And there's no way to escape. The air is beginning to grow thin And I know that I'm too late. The walls are falling in, again; The walls are falling in. My own mind, the enemy When it used to be my friend. I'm scared for his sake, I hope he'll be alright. I have no idea how to help him; Uselessness is worse than fright. And nothing is worse Than knowing someone you love Is hurting from a cause That no one, as of yet, knows of. And my mind, in its fear Has turned into a death chamber. Anxiety, this is not the time To reduce me to a human anchor. Let me breathe and think, Get me out of the cage my mind is, So that I can be there for him when the mental trap becomes his.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Fear
The walls are falling in again, The walls are falling in. I can feel them crumbling again, I can feel them crumbling. The air, where has the air gone? It was here a moment ago. The cracks have all been sealed; The air vents refuse to blow. And the door, wasn't there a door? Now all I see are four walls. There was power too, I'm sure, And a signal so I could call. But no, there's no way out or in, And there's no way to escape. The air is beginning to grow thin And I know that I'm too late. The walls are falling in, again; The walls are falling in. My own mind, the enemy When it used to be my friend. I'm scared for his sake, I hope he'll be alright. I have no idea how to help him; Uselessness is worse than fright. And nothing is worse Than knowing someone you love Is hurting from a cause That no one, as of yet, knows of. And my mind, in its fear Has turned into a death chamber. Anxiety, this is not the time To reduce me to a human anchor. Let me breathe and think, Get me out of the cage my mind is, So that I can be there for him when the mental trap becomes his.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
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