You, Me, and Anxiety

Days, months, years, all have gone by.

I feel distant from who I once was.

A stranger in my own vessel.

I'm alone, but am accompanied by feelings which have nestled into my soul and call it home.

"Hello Anxiety, what shall we worry about today?"

"I'm sorry, Depression says we are 'too tired' for that."

As they pull me back and forth the Numbness comes to my rescue and shuts them up.

I take comfort in the Numbness, but its greedy and doesn't let me feel anything else.

Pain is the only exception.

I think it's a scare tactic, and it's worked quite well to hold my attention.

I want to be free, but they all remind me of the price I'll pay.

I scream at them "Let me go!"

But they dig up the painful memories and make me watch them on replay.

Once again, I give in and agree to stay another day.