Anxiety chokes me like razor wire, razor wire...

I kind of have this... Really terrible habit of asking myself all these stupid questions, right? Like what if uhh… what if there's a spot on my body that I can touch to keep my heart from beating? or like what if, what if theres this uhh... stray bullet out there that's gonna come through my window and take me out? like what if uhh... what if theres this huge unstoppable comet that's just gonna like, destroy the earth and all of us? Like what... what if that's happening right now? How can I avoid all these questions if I don't have that? Like, who is gonna be here? Why... who is gonna be there... in the hospital? Who is gonna tell me that all this is bullshit... its a dream? Just a dream. This is not a joke. And uhh... i'll never sleep.

As life hangs beside me
I gather all that I can
You were never one for confrontation
But now it lies all in your hands


Your hands...

I've got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match, what a catch, what a catch!

Savages

Think of it like this alright; You're already dead. You're dead from the moment you're born. If you can accept that, you can accept anything.

Moments suspended in time