Strife

My anxiety's clawing out from deep within me, it burns within as my throat begins to cauterize. This negativity's leeching any shred of composure, rationale has decayed and left me bound in madness. I reach for calm, I starve for a balance unknown. This burden tortures me deep in my soul. I've found that strife won't make the bleeding stop nor will it take away the pain, I feel like this search is all in vain and I struggle to find my way. How I yearn for the silence, for an end to the voices. The calamity grows and the deafness leads to disarray. Guilt buries me alive in a coffin criticized, I shouldered the blame and dug this hole for me to lay in. I reach for calm, I starve for a balance unknown. This burden tortures me deep in my soul. I've found that strife won't make the bleeding stop nor will it take away the pain, I feel like this search is all in vain and I struggle to find my way.