Anxiety Part 2


Wanting to separate from the demons ...
Wishing to become better ...
Writing to heal myself ...
Such a far-fetched fucking letter.

Woahhhhhh.

Stones thrown into my throat ...
Feeling so lost ...
Sinking a little too slowly ...
While the others watch.

Within this broken boat ...
It is hell and I'm alone ...
Aiming just to stay afloat ...
But the chain to the anchor has been broke.

My head begins to spin ...
Confusion kicks in ...
Hands begin to shake ...
Nervous sensitivity in the worst way.

I've yet to learn ...
How to navigate through this feeling ...
Can I abort the shit and swim?
Can I tread ashore and win?

My head begins to spin ...
Confusion kicks in ...
Hands begin to shake ...
Nervous sensitivity in the worst way.

NOTE: Song Used: Blue October - Picking Up Pieces

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