Anxiety by ( Bmike) Abby Rose Wise Poem, by Abby Rose Wise, at My poetic side

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I won't be on on weekends or in the summer.

I have anxiety.

I wonder why I am just a fucking achievement.

I taste the defeat at the feet of my demons.

I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it

'Cause Lord, I know I ain't been no saint

But tell me what I did to deserve this pain

Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt

When all I ever did was put everybody first

These days I just don't feel shit.

I wanna sleep and forget that I even existed.

Am I some kind of fake fucked up lost cause.

I'm sorry I'm not that tough.

Sorry that i'm not enough.

All I ever do is make people disappointed.

I am self destructive.

Love watching blood spilling out of my body.

I gotta stop before it's too late.

Can't leave anyone I love behind.

What will they do when I'm gone?

Is death just death?

I don't feel a thing at all, I don't feel like I exist

That's why I need my fix, so I can just feel something

How do you describe the word empty?

Try to describe the word nothing

Wait, fuck that

Use my name as a definition

Write it on my forehead, defective out of commission

I'm sick of it, losing myself, I'm sick of it

The sleeping pills don't work, the healing pills don't work

I still feel pain with pain pills, now those same pills don't work

If I don't get a couple perks, I'm about to go berzerk

Oh, big time, anxiety, yeah

I feel it swimming' through my veins

I'm afraid I might get the blade

Make a slit and let the blood spill out

Anxiety

Oh, big time, anxiety

Author: Abby Rose Wise (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: May 3rd, 2023 10:46
Comment from author about the poem: Just wrote this and put some song lyrics. Also here is the song.
Category: Sad
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