Anxiety Wants To Be Depression

Can Go For Hours

I can do it all night,

Ill do it through all the hours,

Give me just that sharp blade,

A quiet room with a lock,

Ill sit content by the mirror,

I can go for hours,

If i run out of room,

I can just move to a new limb,

Or a new side,

All i need is to be alone,

And i set apon,

Showing those crimson trails,

That my troubles all flow away.