Anxiety2…

On edge;
A bit anxious,
On edge;
And quite dangerous.
Well spoken,
In a forgotten language,
Using my poetry,
To vanquish,
My post mortem anguish.
Doing myself damage,
Thinking my brain is stainless,
When the real fact is,
I’ve been living brainless,
Dumb, broke, & not so famous,
Such pity;
This lifestyle is shameless,
Misguided & aimless,
Credibility was nameless,
But nothing;
In this crazy world,
Is painless.

Hello;
Old friend,
Seems that we,
Meet again.
Why play pretend,
When we can dwell,
On the very end?
Now;
That’s all that matters,
But everytime I try,
To envision the future,
I crack & shatter.
Anxiety;
Could turn my,
Grey matter,
Into blood splatter,
If these days,
Keep getting sadder.
I get beat like batter,
Holding back secrets,
Feel my teeth chatter.
Dying to let it out,
Drowning all night,
While I twist & shout.
Me against the world,
I truly don’t think,
Anyone cares what,
I’m about.
No matter what,
I’ll always strive,
To survive.
Sometimes;
Even the dead,
Can revive.
Sometimes though,
I’m shocked to,
Still be alive.
Ignition in drive,
The best I can hope,
Is to just arrive.
Engine sputtering,
The whole damn ride.
Promised safety,
But maybe that’s a lie.
Things just fall apart,
And sometimes,
We just never know why.
Living in a generation,
That wants to die.
Debating between science,
And heaven in the sky.
Holding my tears inside,
I want to but,
I just can’t seem to cry.
Leave Earth behind,
Spread these wings & fly.
But I just haven’t got,
The guts to try.
Too afraid of goodbye,
Afraid you’ll see,
Nothing when you,
Look into my eye.
*Sigh*

Solid steel chains,
Bound my skin,
Bathe my soul in sin,
Patience spread thin,
Demons;
About to win,
But I won’t dare,
Share this info,
With my kin.
I hate gin;
But I love whiskey.
Drink to remove caution,
Let life get a bit risky.
Sitting alone,
Wishing someone,
Anyone missed me.
But instead;
I remain sifting,
Through a pile of,
My own ashes.
Wearing;
Rose colored glasses,
With busted out lens.
Emotions;
Deeper than the bends.
Luxury says,
That I need a Benz.
Need bands to,
Keep friends.
Maybe;
I don’t want any?
Maybe;
None is plenty.
I mean;
All they do,
Is tempt me.
Drain me,
Until I’m empty.
Take what you want,
I ain’t got nothing left.
Cut me open and,
Snatch;
My heart from this chest.
Once upon a time,
Anxiety knocked and,
I allowed it to infest.
This ain’t easy to digest,
But I do it anyways,
Because it’s easier to accept,
A mess; Than to stand up,
And kill the real pest.
All I can do is try my best..
Idk about the rest.

You seem nervous,
Anxiety got your tongue?
Anxiety got you,
Hacking up a lung?
Drinking through dry heaves,
Just to have some fun?
Oh no;
Now you’re low on funds!
Futures;
Setting like the sun,
Situations stickier than,
A melted honey bun,
Trapped in a heated car,
But the AC don’t run.
Sorry;
Couldn’t really think,
Of a better pun.
A normal life? Uhmm..
I’m too anxious to have one.

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