10 cents to a penny

anxiety eats me alive right down to the core where my soul and mind meet it’s always at war it’s rotten, decaying losing worth like a dime 10 cents to a nickel a penny, with time the gut wrenching feeling won’t go away for better or for worse push though day by day but how can i live with this knife in my chest it’s hard to breathe and leaves me restless when will it get better? medication will do let’s drug you up silence your mind too a walking zombie no feeling or care just a lifeless body with hurt and despair anxiety eats me alive right down to the core rotten like an apple it’s hard to ignore.