SUMMONING THE REAPER


If I die will it matter
My constant fear and dread
When I make, impact will I splatter
The path I’m on ill no longer treat

For I have no release
Nor do I have calm
As I search for inner peace
All I see is harm

Will I be better off
A dark mist has filled my head
Will they be better off
I can’t be read

Dead or alive
Do I need rope
Will I survive
Do I need hope

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The lowest point of an Anxiety Disorder