Anxiety

I go through the hole and down the slope.​

I leave my pride and my hope.​

I walk alone to the ledge,​

balancing my life on its edge.​

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I always leave myself behind​

searching the darkness for the memories to find.​

The further from the edge I sway,​

the harder I listen for those words you say.​

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The tightness and pain bring you ever so near.​

Dying in a memory is nothing to fear.​

I would spend eternity in a mental trap with you,​

aware it's an emotional falsity of what is true.​

​

I painfully wait in that lucid dream,​

for my mind to hear my mental screams.​

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With my life left on the edge to die,​

I question the darkness of the sky.​

When its blindness is so bright,​

it’s hard to find you in its night.​

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As I loosen and the pain subsides,​

an emotional disappointment, I never died.​

Past the ledge, my pride, and hope,​

to that hole on the slope.​

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I step back through,​

Into a reflections view,​

I step back through.​

To that hole on the slope,​

past the ledge, my pride, and hope.​

An emotional disappointment, I never died,​

as I loosen and the pain subsides.​

​

It’s hard to find you in its night,​

when its blindness is so bright.​

I question the darkness of the sky,​

with my life left on the edge to die.​

​

For my mind to hear my mental screams,​

I painfully wait in that lucid dream.​

​

Aware it's an emotional falsity of what is true,​

I would spend eternity in a mental trap with you.​

Dying in a memory is nothing to fear,​

the tightness and pain bring you ever so near.​

​

The harder I listen for those words you say,​

the further from the edge I sway.​

Searching the darkness for the memories to find,​

I always leave myself behind.​

​

Balancing my life on its edge,​

I walk alone to the ledge.​

I leave my pride and my hope,​

I go through the hole and down the slope.​