Dear Anxiety
Dear anxiety
You have been getting to me in the past few days
Can you leave now?
My head hurts too much
My body refuses to move
My mind is paralyzed from the weight
It is making me suffocate
It's too much now
The pills are finished
The feeling of disappointment leaves marks.
How deep? Uncertain?
I wonder about the way I should die
I hate hanging, I might go with the knives.
It's okay
Nobody will even notice that I'm gone
My presence won't stick
It will slough and shred
Even in your memory
I will be discarded
My legs feel stiff from running too much
Bandages mangled with the scars hidden
Nothing is wrong with me
Just an empty mind
And a body feeling like prison
Tear me apart
Piece by piece
Spill them on the floor
Then step on me
Crush me a little more
What do I do
Wait for a miracle
Or just watch myself crumble
Maybe neither
Already the knife is stained red
The blood is free
Blissfully happy to fall.
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