Extremity
by Sam M. Phillips

Confused,
Can’t construct connection,
Indecision plagues me,
Won’t let me be free.

Freedom,
The problem,
Choices weigh out equal,
Yet different.

Want everything to be right,
Worry it will turn out wrong,
This is anxiety.

I want to kill myself,
Just to be find peace,
To find release from this awful panic.

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