I have a friend named anxiety
Anxiety is always with me
Nagging at me for everything I do
Making me rethink everything
Yet I can't let anxiety go
Anxiety brought me a friend
His name is insomnia
Insomnia came to visit but decided to stick around
Insomnia likes to keep me awake at night even when I want to sleep
He makes me think and think never letting me take a break
They carve there way into my skin
Planting themselves so they can never leave
The pain they give me hurts
They always say they just want to be my friend
Yet they tear me down like an old building
Anxiety likes to have a bottle
In this bottle he takes all my feelings and emotions and puts them there.
The one feeling he likes to leave out is called depression
Depression is like a party and insomnia and anxiety are the guests.
See depression has been here for a long time, depression is the party and his friends are the partiers Anxiety, insomnia, Bipolar, stress, and all his other friend's.
They stick around
They don't want to leave
And some don't
They all bury themselves into my skin
And never leave
I ask them to go
Yet they don't like to listen
The only way to get rid of them
Is to get rid of myself.