The Anxiety

This sense of anxiety keeps me on edge day and night,

I try to fix it with my broken heart,

The anxiety keeps me occupied even when I wish to drift aside,

The thing is I don't know how to fix myself,

the high blood pressure or the racing of my heart,

I try every night, to wash my face to find a new identity,

Apply the serums to clean my sins,

Yet, when I look in the mirror, I see a downfall of my soul,

I swallow the pills and drink the wine,

For a better dream and to sleep with a smile,

I hesitate to trust all of this but my blind faith makes me do it,

I keep myself occupied till I fall asleep,

Listening to happy songs or cutting through my veins,

Pouring a cup of blood and serving it as a sleeping doze,

My imagination takes me to abandoned lakes and drowns me with ease.