Word-play-dp
Anxiety and Depression
The chains, and pain,
That stains my brains,
Within your acid
When it rains,
I charterd this as if a train,
Until your laughter take it's claim,
Within this box is were I dwell,
At war with self, (my) own private hell,
Then slit my wrist to not exist,
Then this life I cannot miss,
This gift of life that's been a pain,
Corrupts my thoughts from deep within,
To seduce my eyes that stay so blind,
I wander though these fields of mind,
To escape my present, past and all mistakes
For fate I hate but still I wait,
Until my soul my master takes,
In words I fake my death sublime,
Just to waste and past some time,
But life I love, so it I live,
And stay thankful for the breath it gives,
In peace I rest even though still stressed,
But now written, it's off my chest,
So on to new thoughts my mind would nest,
Because we all know, anxiety and depression,
Is a pest, (c)