Anxiety
sometimes it is not real
those words you spit out
venom ladened
enclosed in a ritualistic chant
haunting the night
shadows confirm my thought
deeper into everything
i am consumed
deeper and deeper i sink
can't find up
the pressure is so overwhelming
just want it to end as you begin
you whisper your screaming thoughts
i find it harder to be
in this sea of uncertainty
drowning sweetly deep
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