I feel like I'm sinking,

Lower, and lower beneath,

The waves of fear and torment,

Of phobia and anxiety,

And no one can hear me crying for help,

As my voice is useless,

Drowned by the water,

The water of society,

Frowning down upon my "stupid" fears,

How I know none of them are real,

I suggest you take the stairs,

To escape these painful songs that I weave,

Reassurance, Reassurance, Reassurance,

Endless trails of my anxiety chasing me,

Making me pick and pick and pick at the scabbed over wounds of yesteryear,

Drawing back tormented terrors from the deepest parts of my memory,

Dragging them up from where I'd banished them,

The things that steal sleep from me at night,

The fears, the phobias that make no sense,

And it makes me want to leave,

For something so bad to happen that the small things don't matter,

I wish catastrophic things would happen,

World chaos,

Not war, or a disease,

But civil upheaval,

Where the only thing that matters is to survive,

And I wouldn't have to think anymore,

All I'd have to do was walk,

Until there was nowhere else to go,

And there I'd stay.