I have nothing to win from anxiety

 

The weight on my chest

Is a growing parasite

Feeding off of some deep dark fears

That don’t make rational sense

You tell me to shake it off

Take the piano off my back

As if I would have done that already if I could

But I guess I’ll have to wait until I physically can’t breathe

When the weight is crushing the damn bones in my body

And I implode and I scream and I cry because I’m hurting

And then you’ll see,

How much I was faking it