Can't I have it go my way,
For at least a simple day,
It's been on for a while,
All in a huge pile,
I have stopped my cutting,
Also quit my chucking,
Because it all ended,
I thought my dad and I was mended,
Then she just came back,
And u also did this wack,
Crazy dose of stress,
Thats now apon my dress,
My dress of horrid luck.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoetryYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
