Anxiety Feeds

Fear, overwhelming pain

God, I can't believe I'm experiencing these emotions, am I even sane?

Happiness becomes a drug, you're left for dead with a single tug 

Doesn't anyone understand that this can't be fixed with a simple hug?

Suffocated in my own thoughts

My stomach tied in knots

When oxygen starts becoming your anxiety

The passing days have no variety

Anxiety feeds

Becoming the only thing you need

And that leads

To fear, overwhelming pain

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