Help me Jesus
They come out of the blue
These moments of acute anxiety
When I feel like I’m on the verge of breaking down
& then they die down
But they come back
Now is a bad time
I’m beaten low
I feel disconnected from reality
If I go psychotic
There’s nothing worrying will do about it
I’ve just gotta hold on
Maybe up my big meds & not just the small meds
& pray & rest
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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