Locked up inside her head, Thinking herself dead-- Pining for things left unsaid; Torn pieces of might-have-beens, Piling up on her empty bed. It's too convenient to end it And make them all believe That she didn't make it; It's too easy to simply sleep And drown in the lunacy That holds her, forever adrift-- And yet, another voice demands That she doesn't leap. "Anxiety" #Anxiety #diwa #yqbaba
