It Kills
Controlling my everyday life
Taking my heart an throwing it against the wall
Wrapping around in my head to consume my thoughts
crying and screaming against my throat
Crashing and thrashing its way into my body,
Making me shut down when theres a knock at the door
Lighting fires to my insides
Making my hands shake so someone will notice im unbalanced
Anxiety,
It kills the human soul and body.
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