Right now anxious
Anxiety moves up & up
Paralyzes, like a vice all around
No reason, No rhyme
No trigger, No cause
Like a feather floating
Attaching to my sticky surface
Weighing me down
Turning me into a shadow of myself
Turning me into a ghost
Wishing it away
Praying for a healing
Dreaming of better days
Nightmare living - awake.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Right now anxious
Anxiety moves up & up
Paralyzes, like a vice all around
No reason, No rhyme
No trigger, No cause
Like a feather floating
Attaching to my sticky surface
Weighing me down
Turning me into a shadow of myself
Turning me into a ghost
Wishing it away
Praying for a healing
Dreaming of better days
Nightmare living - awake.
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