anxiety forces
my struggling heart
to pump the sludge
of unhappiness
through brittle veins
an acidic ooze
caiterizing hope
in a tangle of
scarred remembrance

the bad end of
yet another cycle
where depression is
a constant state
every word is wrong
none of the feelings
can be trusted and
i fear this is
just the beginning


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