Anxiety

Days go by faster than my heart rate.

My brain is running wild, I can hardly even think.

The shit on social media sometimes ruins my day.

I don’t know why people try to play the blame game.

Sometimes I don’t think I can make it work, but you have already proven how much you’re worth.

The shame that I bring on to myself, I feel like I’m slipping like an oil spill.

I try to play the tape out but I keep struggling.

Failing to sometimes see the real point in things.

It’s like a shockwave blasting through my feelings.

I try so hard to not be misunderstanding.

Anxiety keeps me from seeing the true point in reality.

My name being tossed around like it’s a fucking frisbee.

The drama people are creating is quite frankly embarrassing.

Can’t stay in their own lane with the shit that they’re saying.

I learned in rehab how to properly handle my feelings.

A lot of tools that I can use to help with my coping.

A lot of people probably find me annoying but that’s my personality pushing out the depression.

My name probably hits people the wrong way.

Dying sad is the way I used to think everyday.

Always crawling away from the pain inside of me.

Anxiety is a ruthless feeling if you asked me.

Especially if it spikes high, the fucking intensity.

That’s why I would get high off the Xans and feel free but it was killing me.

No more death but I can’t help but think, what would people think if death wasn’t free.

Of course it’s not free, you pay it with your life even though you’d be set free, it would still be a tragedy.

Anxiety keeps me from seeing the true point in reality.

My name being tossed around like it’s a fucking frisbee.

The drama people are creating is quite frankly embarrassing.

Can’t stay in their own lane with the shit that they’re saying.

I hope you’re not uncomfortable with my sadness.

My past experience is a lot so I try to reverse it with kindness.

I probably look stupid like a prince with no princess.

If I kept doing the drugs I would have ended up worthless.

Pain in my chest caused from all the pills, pain in my head, having body chills.

Sometimes I don’t know what is real, anxiety is making it hard to heal.

Sing me a song even if it’s about me being wrong.

Suicidal tendencies, depression frequently, overdosing constantly, I hope they’re gone.

I’ll cast them away with the power of my songs.