Being Weak Doesn’t Mean I Should Give In
Mental Health
I don’t like looking weak when I have anxiety
That’s why my anger and frustration take over
To protect me when I need it
My body's own self-defense mechanism against emotional conflicts
When I can’t function from crying it can turn into anger
Trying to help myself but failing with all the reason
I think I have a fucked up wise mind
Where it takes all the reason and puts emotions in it
Instead of collaborating together
They scream at each other
Vicious cycle of self-emotional abuse
Don’t want to hang by that noose
Yet my hands tied it up
Set that chair center
Tried to kick it away
But holding on strong
Don’t black out
Don’t black out
Just hold on one more last second
Help came through the door
Screaming this isn’t going to be the night
Broke through those walls keeping me trapped for so long
Not going to let go of this soul feeling
Meant to be old when it is my time to be leaving
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