Anxiety

There's no worse feeling than not being able to trust your mind
And no matter what you're feeling, the answer's never fine.
Your cries, your pleas, your screams, wish to be heard
The lies, decrees, far from absurd.
Yet, many deem you as someone that will only whine,
Internal wounds bleeding, flowing, like a river of wine.

I wish to be null, silenced, dead
Never will I be full, vibrant, fed.

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