I hear the cruel chorus of voices in my head
Begin to quiet;
The fist of anxiety that’s squeezing my lungs
Loosens its grip,
Letting me breath for a moment.
The soft voice like an angel
Whispers in my ear,
Telling me everything I’ve longed to hear.
I finally found my happy place;
Away from the screaming,
Now I’m just dreaming.
I wake up,
And everything I once held dear is gone.
The crushing feeling sinks in
As I realize it was just another demon,
Feeding on my misery and doubt;
But it’s too late now,
‘Cause by the time I figured it out,
It has become something I can’t live without.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
I hear the cruel chorus of voices in my head
Begin to quiet;
The fist of anxiety that’s squeezing my lungs
Loosens its grip,
Letting me breath for a moment.
The soft voice like an angel
Whispers in my ear,
Telling me everything I’ve longed to hear.
I finally found my happy place;
Away from the screaming,
Now I’m just dreaming.
I wake up,
And everything I once held dear is gone.
The crushing feeling sinks in
As I realize it was just another demon,
Feeding on my misery and doubt;
But it’s too late now,
‘Cause by the time I figured it out,
It has become something I can’t live without.
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