Children scribble on the walls,
Nonsensical graffiti
On the inside of the womb,
Cut up and bleeding
I've fucked up and I'm fucked.
This demon called paranoia haunts me before bedtime
And drains the life from me.
The anxiety keeps me awake
Because I can feel my heart beating
In my stomach
And everywhere else,
Like a human boombox.
So I'll stay awake
And stay thinking
That maybe my life will change for the worse
And it'll end because
I could have made a mistake
That she made too
But all of a sudden it's a crime to her.
I'm afraid that I took advantage of myself.
I'm afraid that I'm overreacting
Because what if there isn't anything to be afraid of?
It doesn't matter, this fear never goes away.


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