I sit here constantly shaking…
Telling myself and everyone else I’m fine,
When little do they know I’m hiding my pain and I’m slowly breaking.
Millions of thoughts running around my head…
But if you listen closely, I sound dead.
These thoughts are playing tricks with me, there’re playing dirty little mind games.
I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t leave this place…
I’m afraid that ill never be set free,
Anxiety is keeping me from living and being happy.
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