Anxiety, my favorite friend,
Why do I like to talk to you again
Haunting me like a ghost
Thinking about every Wattpad post.
Watching this clock tick by,
Feeling the worst coming by my side
Darkness deepens in my soul
Pain is anything but a toll
Paint my picture,
See my face, know that I am a disgrace
Hungry fires,
Darkness devours,
Let the hours become days
Even though I never pray
Sleeping though I get no rest
Feel the pounding in my head
Put the pain to bed, though it never sleeps
Telling me what to eat,
What to wear,
What to say,
Punishment will ensue
If I do not get through
These walls of Anxiety in that I live
The struggle to life that it gladly gives
I wonder if it needs a rest
Or will it always put me to the test?
My temper never grows
Shrinking like my freedom, go
Leave this place, my senses creep
Beckoning not to sleep
Nights of restless pain endured
Though these thoughts are never cured,
I hope that readers are some how pure
Not in the pain that I endure
Because I am never sure
What they think is always important
What I think is just never enough
The sound of the knife on flesh is pleasing
It takes away the pain of dreaming
Reality is somewhat lost
Even though I am tossed
I try not to make a fuss
Quietly I turn to dust
No one cares, no one reads
All about each other's love
Something I will never know
Even though in cannot go
I do not have treatment, but I seek it
Follow through in the burning light
Darkness is a fellow neighbor
Of my own children
My Lovely Issues
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PoetryLife is like a lens pull yourself through it see a different world never leave. However this deceptive lens can make your whole world black and white only see the bad. Don't listen to the lens he tries to pull you to my state, struggling to just get...
