Cut it hard, cut it deep
Cut it hard, cut it deepstop living in me
stop haunting me in my sleep
you send me to places I don't want to see
I try to run, but I'm not free
you turn the tables and make you, me
I blame confusion as a state of mind
I don't know who I am, and I don't want to see
cause I'm not sure, I'd want what I'll find
I take the pills, try to block you out
it kills my soul and my body ache
but you don't stop, you live in every doubt
Everytime I'm one step ahead, you make me fall
you pull me back, make me crawl
you do it over and over again, until I'm a big nothing at all
But it doesn't matter, how many times I die
you rescue me, always in the last breath
just to play me again, until I break down and cry
Dear anxiety, I beg and plead
just leave me alone, I will fall down on knee
If it makes you go away, and let me live and see
how it is to smile and run free.
Poetry by SuzieQ
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Written on 2007-02-01 at 15:43
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