Creating Another Aversion

You came easily to me,
a gentle sigh
among exhausted screams;
how my lungs have ached;
I thought my voice
would leap from my throat
and my heart from my chest,
but I swallowed you down,
like medication;
I don't need any more pills,
going out of my mind,
and I'll take you with me
if I don't let go...
I must let go,
it's the best for you,
as though I know what's best;
I only know doubt,
anxiety is a serpeant
coiled around my soul,
breaking my spine,
suffocating my faith,
it only bites in the silence,
and your reluctance worries me,
so I start screaming again.