Battle, War, Obliteration
Everything crashes down around you
First you leave, and then lose your ambition.
Next you have an attack at the doctor’s office
Then one just a few hours ago.
Why?
Why does it decide to haunt me now?
Have I not proven that I can control it?
Have I not shown that I’m suffering because of it?
Everything feels hot
Please, help me
I can’t hear you anymore
It’s so hard to breathe
Wait, who’s in front of me?
My vision’s blurred, but I can still hear the laughs
The laughs that are taunting me, breaking me
Changing me
My stomach is in knots
But I just wish I could talk
My voice is gone
Please, can’t you see?
It makes me think the worst of everything
It makes me think I’m not good enough
I shouldn’t speak out, I won’t say the right things
I shouldn’t try to fight it any longer...
Has it become my being?
Has my anxiety become all I know?
Or am I so weak to think
I could ever stand up to it?
It’s the hardest fight I’ve faced
A battle for confidence
A war for peace of mind
An obliteration for positive thoughts
