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My anxiety’s on a rise again.
Tears rolling down my cheek again.
Anxiety & depression labeled.
Watch out hear she goes again.
Anxiety`s on a rise.
Get a prescription why?
I don`t want to be an addict.
Addict`s destroy lives.
So when my anxiety is on red alert.
I’ll just have to handle it.
Writing poetry helps me deal with it.
But here I am again, alone at home.
Such a pretty mind and such a pretty face, but afraid to face the world again.
When my anxiety & depression is on a rise.
There`s no telling what I`ll do.
Thanks the Lord he`s on my side.
Other wise I probably would have to bust a cap in someone`s side, or up inside their brain.
I don`t think I am insane but these thoughts and lyrics make me wonder.
Will I come off on top of this illness, I wonder.
Or will I let it take me under.
No I can`t let it take me under.
I strive to hard.
I live to hard.
I fight too hard for my soul to be at peace.
I want to live at peace but this world and the people in it.
Don`t know peace and don`t care to live it.
I`ll just be patient until the light within me.
This soul.
is removed by the angel of death.
I will not bring this body to rot.
I will not let you bring my soul or my body to rot.
When my time comes to lay, to rest.
That is, when the time comes for this soul to lay and rest.
Then is where I will be free from domestic violence, sins, and this turned evil world.
Yes!
Oh Allah when you take my soul and let me rest.
I`ll be hear since there`s no where to hide.
We can`t escape it!
We can`t hide from it!
Will your soul be punished or will it lay to rest!
By ME
7/19/2008
P.S.I`ll sing my own song and I`ll cry my own line.
Stealing poetry is not my style.
Steal mine and it will be the end of your lifeline.
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