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Crushed

Crushed

Inspired by Silent Dreamers 'Anxiety'

I’m sick of this shit, I’m done with it!
I’m gonna obliterate it, and sink the ship,
Just like the titanic and cause a massive revolution and a vast wide panic!

I am who I am after finally believing, I’m done grieving and putting myself down, ain’t nobody ever gonna put me down!

Torn clothes from my back and shredded flesh and bone,
I’m metamorphizing, growing incredibly strong!
You’re attempts to deceive me and belittle me are goin up in flames, however I must refrain, it’s not quite time yet,
I need to be positive and stay in line for it’s not quite time yet!

When I’m ready you’ll know, my teeth are sharpening,
My inner demons’ ambience is teetering on deafening.
Behold the reckoning, I stand tall before you, soon to be hunched over ready to crush you.

My innards are changing, my mind is focused through,
Adrenalin is pumping, I’m coming for you, ready for a fight, I have you in my sights, feel my force, you’re gonna weep in my mite!

Anxiety is powerful, crushing and sorrowful,
I’m done being afraid, I’m ready in marvel.
My strength is already weakening, I have to sustain,
I can’t let this fathom me, delude me again!

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Nine Eleven

Very powerful Simon, uncontrollable power can lead to terrible things, great, but terrible things.
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Simon Bromley

Thank you! Its about the troubles of anxiety and once in a while it becomes bearable and you feel stronger than ever but the anxiety never sleeps.

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Simon Bromley

Thank you lisa.Β  Its just how i feel sometimes.Β  Vulnerable and stressed and then every once in a while i get angry with it, the world, myself and i just want to lash out.

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