How am I supposed to do this?

It feels like a vice clamp on my soul, my heart and everything...God I can't take this pressure and anxiety.

Why am I here?

How do I get out without having a breakdown?

Is this what you are wanting me to do?

A bit of encouragement would help. How am I supposed to go that far if I can't finish a stupid essay?

Anytime.

Go look up "The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails.

Amazing.

I was never aware of doubt being able to feel although it was so physically tangible.

What is this madness which possess my soul with fright?

What is this decaying feeling, this fear which clouds my mind, my soul and my very being?

What is this and whence did it come? How long to endure this mockery of a soul? This decaying principle which is nothing but a reminder of the lack of life?

I need help...I need strength...my soul is perishing in the midst of the pain of body and mind. I am alone in isolation only because of fear and my inability to accomplish something so minute.

Painting Red in Malcontent

Like a joke too twisted to count
your wings are missing
and left scars bigger than your heart.
Lies twisted in conversation
marking the downfall of this contortion.
Flitting feathers fall
but an angel you are not.
Just half breed of beast and spirit
not knowing why you kill
just that you consume.