It’s suffocating.
All engulfing.
It eats and tears away at you.
There are times where its worse than ever and times where you can tame it.
There are just certain things that can set you off,
Without you even knowing.
An ache settles into your heart and you’re clueless as to why.
How much can you endure before it’s too much?
“I don’t know.”
You never know until you do.
Contradictory maybe, but true.
Anxiety clouds your thoughts and plagues you with doubt and uncertainty.
“I’m trying.”
But is it enough?
It hurts.
You cry.
It's useless.
You rage.
You’re a bird trapped inside a cage.
Constantly beating against the bars that surround you,
The bars that are your depression,
Your trauma,
Your anxiety,
Your ever-looming fear of the unknown in this effort to get better.
“Save me.”
No one can hear your screams but you.
Try again.

It's a wrap
Time's so slow
I can't feel the grip
There's someone holding on
I must be revealing my inner lead
How can describe something you can't feel
There is no inner innateness inundate the tribe called quest
A rap or rhyme
There is no line between the meters of doubts
The gravity of distance and separation
Been apart for too long
There must a deprived
Get him a wager
Make him eat tuna
And drink tea
Simple as bliss
Frescoe
Dope as hell
The mic on the trap and wasn't looking for more
I wasn't answering more
Can you try the reason and the rhyme
See the rhyme and reason and groove in the might beat
Falling off the floor
Causing a ****
In a teardrop following a scene
Take the gun
Gun the Statue Of Liberty
Find the spot
In the New York State Of Mentality
In this mind where we reach]
Their treason for the unforgiven leftists.
In The Bridge To The Crime

Bare naked to me the discomforts of your soul
And I will teach you, intimacy

People who are afraid of themselves
Multiply themselves into families
And so divide themselves
And so become less afraid.

People who might have to go out
Into clanging strangers' laughter,
Crowd under roofs, make compacts
To no more than smile at each other.

People who might meet their own faces
Or surprise their own voices in doorways
Build themselves rooms without mirrors
And live between walls without echoes.

People who might meet other faces
And unknown voices round corners
Build themselves rooms all mirrors
And live between walls all echoes.

People who are afraid to go naked
Clothe themselves in families, houses,
But are still afraid of death
Because death one day will undress them.

Today, we woke again,
nestled
in our sheets and covers.
Our limbs were tangled
with utmost comfort in
Our usual, beautiful,
morning snuggle.
Sometimes, I fear
that I will be taken in our dreams,
and I won't wake to hear
your parted-lips-and-nose-rumbles.
But today, we woke again,
clinging
in each other's arms for warmth,
Our sleepy stares struggle,
to stay open in
Our usual, beautiful,
morning snuggle.
And I know
that this is exactly how
I'd like to wake again
tomorrow.
in Our usual, beautiful,
morning snuggle.

In the First of Days,
Before Death was made up to be an intruder, a mistake or a message wrongly delivered,
Death was temporary.
Like a Snake sheading its skin.
A crab crawling from its shell.
Death was a Renewal.
We Live, dying.