Anxiety with its ceremonial blade
Carves crude and jagged shapes upon my heart
Leaving holes to fill with its devilish delights
Anxiety, a hellish beast
Watches with sadistic pleasure
As you cry and shake and dissociate
Waiting for the death that must be nigh
I try to fight!
Truly, I do
But my weapons are blunt from constant use
Once, long ago, I might have sharpened them
But I’ve lost the strength, the skill
And I am afraid
I am afraid of what is coming
Because Anxiety preaches doom
And it’s just so fucking easy to believe when your life has tragic joke
Tell me how I’m to believe that things will be okay!
Nothing is ever okay!
It never has been
I don’t know what to do anymore
It’s dark and cold
And my weapons are blunt