Down Here
I feel the walls are caving in
and in here i cannot breathe.
Wow can someone take my anxiety
I'm begging, pretty, pretty please.
Tired and heavy from the choas here
tell me my head's still on.
Please you cannot leave me down here
Oh my God i wish i were gone.
Copyright © Monica Vance | Year Posted 2017
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