Constantly worrying about what people think of me, filling my body with toxic anxieties

Trying to justify my intrusive way of life

Sentient to the point of self harm

The walls filled with reminders of who I wanted to be and who I never became

Striving for so much more but always coming up slightly short

I often wonder what I could’ve done differently

What could of been if there was just one less ripple in my past

Taking out my frustration in the form of self mutilation, complete desecration

My limbs now useless lumps, I’m bludgeoning myself

Dejected and down I’ve taken the easy way out

Body fluid is leeching out of me as I sit and prepare to be at ease

Taking deep breaths embracing the pain

Compounding insanity, vision goes in and out

The bodies lay dormant and I'm starting to freak out

My anxities claw at me from above, the blackess never lifts

Nothing but misery ahead

The earth crusts melts and begins to contort, I fall beneath to blackness

Surrounded by the stench of death

I can't fucking see, I’m stuck in a realm of regret

In a place I can’t escape

Fuck

My body begins to fucking break, it’s feeble now weak

I fell through what I thought was foundation, stable ground

I thought this was an escape but it seems the pain has just started again

Reoccurring strain