Sweet Anxiety

There's a weight in my chest that I can't outrun, like a shadow in the night when there's nowhere to turn

It hangs in the air, a blade overhead,

Cutting through thoughts I wish had fled.

A shadow that lingers, always too near,

Sharp as a whisper, quiet as fear,

It melts in my hand but never disappears.

It’s a tangled cord in a silent phone,

A bridge I burn before it’s even stone.

Every glance feels like a sharpened blade,

Words unravel, leaving me betrayed.

I’m a mime in a crowd, trapped in my skin,

A battle I lose before it begins.

Shadows whisper secrets I’m not meant to hear,

Every laugh feels like a dagger near.

Eyes in the crowd, they all seem to stare,

Turning silence into something I can’t bear.

I lock every door, but it’s never enough,

When your own mind is the thief of trust.

The clock ticks slow, but the years race by,

Each breath a question, each thought a lie.

I’ve worn this weight like a second skin,

A cage of doubt I’m forever trapped in.

The light feels distant, the end unclear,

Hope fades to echoes I no longer hear.

I’m crawling under the weight of my mind,

Despising the faces, the ties that bind.

Scared of the crowd, but alone in the dark,

A fractured soul with a splintered heart.

This is my last resort, the edge of despair,

Screaming for help, but there’s no one there.This is my last resort, the edge of despair,

Screaming for help, but there’s no one there.

I’m crawling under the weight of my mind,

Despising the faces, the ties that bind.

It hangs in the air, a blade made of dread,

Slicing through dreams I once softly tread.

A phantom that lingers, too close to ignore,

Sharp as a whisper, chilling my core.

It melts in my hand, yet it haunts me for years.

It’s loaded and waiting, cold steel in disguise,

A trigger of thoughts that I can’t neutralize.

The barrel points inward, the blast in my chest,

A cycle of torment that won’t let me rest.

With each silent click, the tension appears,

Anxiety hits like a shotgun of fears.

I ran to the shadows where the laws don’t apply,

Chasing numbness in smoke and a stranger’s supply.

Each deal was a gamble, each risk a retreat,

From the war in my head I could never defeat.

But no matter how far I fell through the night,

My anxiety followed, a ghost in the fight.

I’m running from thoughts that won’t let me breathe,

Planting dark seeds I don’t want to conceive.

They whisper of shortcuts, of breaking the line,

Of crossing the laws I swore weren’t mine.

But no matter how far I try to break free,

These shadows are chains, and they’re dragging me deep.

Idle hands tremble, no task to defend,

An open door where the devil ascends.

Every silence is screaming, every pause is a trap,

Pulling me deeper in its cold, endless lap.

I try to keep busy, to hold it at bay,

But the devil’s work finds me in every stray day.

Anxiety clings, a shadow that stays,

A grip on my soul it tightens each day.

No matter how far or fast I flee,

It’s a part of me I’ll never set free.