I subcomb to darkness as day turns into night.
                                 I feel the wrath upon me with every breath out right.
                      There is no rest for me im assured as dreams move out of sight.
                                I want to feel revived and alive once again.
                             But all I can see is shadows dancing upon my skin.
I dont like this place, I feel like I am being ****** in
To a world where hopes and dreams are shot to hell And I'm left here thinking...Well?

I admit I have no power over this anxiety.  
It gets to me,that I can be so weak minded  I fight it,and that just re ignites it,puts the the fire back under my skin and remind me I can't stop these feelings again.
This place I'm in,I pace and I ponder.I often wonder whats it would be like to not be so nerve stricken.It sickens me and I can not sleep.I want to get out of my head,put my demon to bed.
             So goodnight sleep tight because the longer I write I'm winning the fight.My heart calms down,I know longer hear it pound.I have overcome,I can breathe I am consoled by the pencil I hold The paper is my friend I can concur and defend.As my thoughts start to mend into words I now have the courage to control the trouble in my soul.

I don't really know why I just can't get over him.
he's been with me through thick and thin and I still call him my best friend
           The way he jokes and makes me laugh.
       I love to see him smile.I wish he would just hold me.
      If only a little while.
                We've had our ups and downs and yet he's still around.
  I know he has to for our son,but it just seems like he's not done.
It could be just hopefull thinkin, but someday...Well have to see,
If that boy I fell in love with will take another chance with me.