Talking to anxiety, whose name is plastered deep inside of me.
When we talk I try to be the one to retain his self sanity.
Chatting only works so long, my spirit only can remain so strong.
Screaming out a silent song, whenever says my fantod something wrong.
Scaring me without an end, like tiny bleeding wounds that will not mend
Terrorizing his one friend, with the constant alerts that he will send.
Ill need to learn to live with how I feel, though my body will not heal.
Ill transform consternation into zeal, thats my bargain of this deal.