If I could have it my way
I'd allow this disease to reak it's havoc
I'd peacefully wait to wither away
As I cling to those deadly habits

I'm weak from emotions my thoughts create
The intensity is too strong to supress
Anxiety clenches and begins to suffocate
Never allowing that one last breath

I feel myself slipping away
With no desire to save myself
I'm ashamed to be giving up this way
But I'm not worthy of anyone's help

There's no remedy to undo this curse
I'm damned to struggle through each day
Living only to diminish my worth
And begging death to come out and play

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