Sitting in that bed

I can feel the pain and angst of everyone seeping through the walls

Pain from the left

Depression from the right

Anxiety lives across the hall

Confidence is never home

Addiction is no longer with us

But her pain still lingers

Then we have Trigger

She tries to help but sometimes only makes it worse

Comfort doesn't come by enough

I'm attached to Stress

And I know I should step back

But she brings me a certain type of peace

And like a sponge I soak up all of them

And when squeezed


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