It’s just you and me, Anxiety;
My body tightens,
my brain swims.
I wish I could crawl
out of my skin.
You drink, you smoke,
can’t cope, you choke.
When will you learn
from past mistakes?
Your fists are clenched,
your stomach aches.
You want to die,
but it won’t come.
Hell, it must be.


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