"anxiouse" poems
All I'm doing is sitting here
trying to get over and face my fear
Over and over the cycling twists
Till you give up and slit your wrists
No one could ever understand me
How's it's impossible to be free
The world is so terrifying
In my head I'm already dying
Just get through one more day
Before anxiety makes me decay
I'm a broken, beaten soul
And it's official, depressions taken its tole
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC