White Walls

The anxiety drips like wet paint on a canvas that wont dry.

Sometimes we sit up and wonder why we feel the urge to continue. Why we work, drive, live, the cycle is worrisome to me. The idea of not walking towards the life wished to live makes me feel hesitant, the pursuit of happiness has turned to a life of constant necessity. They tell us to be whatever is pleased as long as it fits withing the guidelines, but as the years have continued, guidelines seem to be all I know. 

Depression makes my skin cold, for it is the reason I stay in bed when down. It feels good to have something warm like a blanket when alone. My anxiety drips like wet paint on a canvas that wont dry, overflowing my positive mindset whenever it wishes. The two together create a beautiful wreck. Depression allows for me to feel real emotion, while at the same time I wish only to drift away. 

As the famous Rat Pack leader says "Basically, I'm for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniels." In closing, I wake up another day, and I fight, What else can I do? No need for a doctor, for I still have my guitar.