I am haunted by the workings of my mind
Facing crowded rooms anxieties of mine
Taking hold, making me feel like I'm worthless
But every day that I move forward I am making strides to turn this

I want to stop running from the things that tear me apart, because I'm so fed up
With living life like its this futile thing
The worlds in front of me

Fantasizing of a day that it should end
To breathe my final breath and never speak again
A selfish thought, but I think everyone has thought it
Even still I'd like to say that I just faced my day and made it through it

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Never looking towards the bright side
Worrying myself to sickness
When I know it's not that bad, and I know that I can beat this

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