Depression

Anxiety holds a tight grip on me
Ana is starving me for perfection
Misery loves my solitary company
And self-harm serves as a distraction

Apathy kept me from falling apart
Depression just won't let me go
And with pent-up emotions inside of me
I'm getting ready to blow

I thought they were all my friends
For they kept me alive while I was alone
I realized I was just a prisoner trapped
They fed on me till I became just bones

Still, I have no way out of their grasps
I've fallen victim to life's cruel game
They took away my family and my friends
And I know things for me will never be the same