Dear anxiety,
Why won’t you let me be you came with sadness making a home inside me. You rearranged it so happiness was hard to reach, I opened up my door and there you both were depression and anxiety standing in front of me. I face my fears, I’ve been running for too long can’t you see. I got bruises on my feet, scrapes all over me. At times I wanna be six feet under away from the voices that sound like thunder, I hide underneath my bed from the monsters inside my head as I sleep with the misery I cuddle in my bed. Can’t you see it’s hard for me, yeah it’s hard for me and it would hard to be me. I try to lock my door but you slip beneath the cracks as my scream brakes the glass, now it’s all over I can’t hide anymore. I try and run again, but I lost all my friends, so I have no one to turn to. Dear anxiety can you give me a break, I promise to play with you on all of my breaks. Breaks from reality in to my little world cuz your my only friend that sees how my mind twirls.
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