AlinaVanderson

“Anxiety”

“Anxiety”

Words are those of sticks and stones

They break and bend my aching bones

They tie a noose around my throat

And recite my thoughts quote by quote

They tear my skin and melt my brain

My soul they sell my hope they drain

My life they own but for what cost?

My love they steal my heart i’ve lost

They lead my to believe it’s true

That i could never own up to you

They tell my mind to tell my stare

To hide my face behind my hair

And never look into their eyes

Obsessively apologize

Wear dark clothes and starve to slim

Since such things seem overly grim

I think these thoughts against my will

Because you see im mentally ill