Push Down

Not feeling today
But when am I ever
Anymore, never
Two years gone
You're still playing games
Makin sure
I'll never be better
The old anxiety
And it's brother depression
Mixed with your mind f**k
Well, s**t
How's a man
To live
No peace of mind
Good luck

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

There is a rawness to your pain in the pieces I have read thus far on your Cafe page. You express it succinctly and with great pathos.

[Teddybearlee]

I'm kind of a functioning sufferer I suppose. None of my writings are from "other perspectives" because I haven't figured my own self out yet really, if I ever really will. I'm a "normal" as can be with anxiety dad for my daughter, but my mind...never stops, and its not really pretty generally. Thank you for taking the time and reading my works, that really means a lot to me.