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Depression and Anxiety at 1:30 PM

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By Evelyn ReyesPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

While the darkness comes i tend to disappear,

all the things about me fade away but tears.

Tears because i am not myself and i no longer have a plan

a plan because anxiety and depression take control and i’m practically dead.

I feel inside me all the darkness they consume

I lose sight of my heart because i can’t see anything through

I lose myself in the mist of overwhelming thoughts and racing hearts

this depression pulls my heartstrings one by one.

THIS anxiety makes me second guess things down to “i love you.”

it’s so hard to not be who you are to the person that chose you

so the person you would give it all for now doesn’t recognize themselves

you’ve trapped yourself and your love in this on going hell.

If she goes that’s a mental war for yourself,

you’ll be flooded with insanity in a cycle of pain and hell

instead you watch her crumble by your side...

the light she brings you dims down to the inside

as the sun comes up and all the demons run and hide

you’re left with nothing on the inside

rather be sleeping than awake

rather be with her but she rather be away

you’re left with nothing but yourself in your worst and darkest days

so where do you go when you no longer have an escape?

sad poetry

About the Creator

Evelyn Reyes

Just another lost lesbian soul 🏳️‍🌈✊🏼

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