So I’m scared to let myself breathe
If I let go for just a second then I’ll drop the things I am clutching so tightly to my chest
I don’t need another shattered mess and I don’t need another room to clean
I hate the medication and the way it makes me not so me any more
All I know is my anxiety and my I would marry my sadness for sticking by my side all these years
When you have been something so long you don’t see another way
I am the last raindrop on your windshield trying so hard not to fall with the rest
Why is it so hard to step out the front door?