Disorder

June 8th, 2017

I’m trapped in anxiety
Wrapped in it’s allure
I want to be saved
But I don’t need your cure
I’m falling to pieces
My adhesive won’t hold
All my cards are laid out
And you want me to fold
The whole world is spinning
I plant my feet to the ground
I look around for help
But you’re nowhere to be found
Why do you do this to me
You know who I am
But I’ll sit by myself
And take my citalopram

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