I feel like it's getting bad againThe anchor attached to my ankleDragging me down,To the bottom. Below everyone & everything.Sinking. I'm still being pulled down by my last little tread, hoping it last until the end. Happiness, is what I hope for at last. A place were I can find a smile that actually shows I'm happy. I don't want the pain anymore. I want it gone for good.I need to release this anchor, holding my pain from my childhood.