There are some days everything goes all right,
Then she whispers things in the night,
Waking up subconscious to fight or flight.
Grasping on thoughts and emotions,
I just want control of this.
It's been 22 days and there is a life I miss,
Please let go my cruel mistress.
Im tired of clenching my teeth and my fist,
I want to say good bye,
But in mind your to deep inside...
You've stolen years and tooken my mind for a ride,
On some days you've convinced me my body died,
I'm tired of pains and tears,
And when it's all gone,
"She" is there....My friend anxiety....