She
My anxiety won't let me breath.
She won't let me cross the street.
Without freezing out of panic
Sometimes anxiety and depression come to visit me
Then I can't get out of bed, and I just want to sit and stare into blank spaces.
When you knock on my door you will see through my eyes that there is no one inside:
See...she made fragile out of me, my heart breaks everytime I see sad faces and unhappy hearts.
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