Late Nights, Same Frights
Death seems so peaceful on nights like these,
I feel like I'm suffocating, I can hardly even breathe,
All of these medications,
Yet I'm barely hanging on,
With feelings like these,
How am I supposed to "stay strong,"
Constantly shaking, I'm sick to my stomach,
Reoccurring nightmares, obsessive thoughts,
How did I ever get this bad?
This is what anxiety has brought,
It's unfair to keep me here,
When I'd rather be dead,
But what's even worse?
Knowing it's all just inside of my head,
No one can save me at this point,
Not even me,
I guess it's true,
You can be your own worst enemy...