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0 By Jake Cox
Anxiety traps me like a prisoner
Never letting me see the light
Never letting me go
Keeping me up every night.
Numbness runs through my veins when he enters the room
He’s got me locked in chains
He’s got his control in my mind
And he is so close to killing me.
He beats me constantly, and drives everyone away
He locks me away
Can’t move or breathe
The pain deep in my body.
I thrash and scream for help but no one can hear me,
He eventually silenced me so I can’t make a sound.
Now I lay here crying, broken on this cold, dark stone floor.
I won’t give up just yet though, I can’t.
He can’t keep me like this forever,
I will fight my way out.
I will get away and turn on the light.
And I will no longer be a victim to this doubt.
I won’t be his prisoner no more, he once told me his name.
He came forward one day and whispered it to me,
“My name is anxiety.”
That’s when I knew I couldn’t tell.
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