•Anxiety•

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Late at night laying in my bed
I stare at the ceiling
And then the thoughts enter my brain
They leave a stain
In my mind from the pain
Am I fucking insane?
My heart pounds and I can't breathe
All these sounds and my true feelings lost beneath the surface
I get nervous...
And then it starts...

Does my life serve a purpose?
Am I worthless?
A distrurbance?
I'm the candy at the store
feeling up the container
because no body wants to purchase...
No body talks about this shit..
They don't feel they need to discuss
But I'm lost in a pit
The voices in my head are screaming
"Listen to us"
I can't take this beating
Does my life have a meaning?

Maybe it's better if I go...
I can't even flow anymore
Although the people I would hurt...
"No...no!"
The devil yells at me
"Hang the noose, you feel low"
Then he shows how many people I am below
I start to listen..

I climb up on the chair
It's around my neck
"Just grow a pair"
Tears whell in my green eyes
It's no surprise... everyone lies
I deserve this...
I see a little girl, she cries
"Please sir... You hurt everyone, don't be a pussy..
time flies.. and everyone is wondering when you'll finally kill over..."
My heart slowly dies
I'm not a problem solver...
I'm ready to say goodbye...
I sigh....
Then the devil takes off his disguise
I see through him...
I release the breath I was holding
For quite some time
"Step off the chair" the angle says
I listen because I know he's wise
He replies with advice
I shouldn't listen to Lucifer
But he supplies and applies

But the angle is greater
I'm tired of fighting with my demons
What is all of this? I have my reasons...
Anxiety I've been cursed with
It let's him in and he's hard to say no to..
"You'll be happier"
"No one needs you here, be a leader"

Then I think of Neverland...
Wendy and Peter...
A far away land.... I could keep her
My dreams fight the demons
But they still demand
We're all damned
No one understands
They command
They have my entire life planned

But I wont let him win
I won bitch
Fuck you I'm not a pussy
You won't control me Lucy
Six...six...six...
I call for you.... Let's fight
I'll make you feel pain
my bark isnt worse than my bite
So try me
Or let me be...
Anxiety won't win....
Satin won't make me sin
And
Depression won't have me pinned

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