Thoughts from an Idiot

anxiety

I feel it crawl up my spine
Taste the tears like a type of brine
Only hoping for it to stop
Just wishing for the evil in the back of my head to top
Some stop it using pot
My only escape is to use haste
Get it done and forget it
Stop myself before i fret it
It had a creation
Leading to my damnation
Nothing to stop it from topping it
Making my smile by shopping it...
On
As you can see or hear i have to fear my horrible vocabulary doesn't help my horrible rapping
This isn't about "tapping dat ass" no I'd like to pass
Others take a class
I diss it
My raps are about anxiety and stress
Making my chest compress
All the air leave my lungs
Wanting to pull my heart out using tungs
Cause there isn't a use
While others try to find a truce between the stress
They try to press it down
They don't face it
They can't taste it
None of the tears
None of the fears
No worry to stand with your peers
So you try to end it with a snap but they say it's selfish
Can't erase it
Stuck in my memories replaying itself
Replacing itself
Repressing itself
No escape
Just the rape
Of the mind
Playing like a tape
While it takes shape....of your worst nightmares leading to the sweet release of death