getting bad again
a story of needing help but not asking for it. a story of me.
i knew it was getting bad again
when i woke up and the thought
i have nothing to get up for
hit me like a brick wall
i knew it was getting bad again
when i had a panic attack
just sitting in my room
i knew it was getting bad again
when the emptiness lasted for hours
days
weeks
i knew it was getting bad again
when my room was a mess
but i couldn’t clean it
i knew it was getting bad again
when i tried to cry
just to feel something
but couldn’t
i knew it was getting bad again
when i layed in bed in the same clothes for days
my chest a ghost town
panic and depression laced like spider webs in the dark corners
waiting to pounce
i knew it was getting bad again
when i hated myself so much
that i couldn’t look in the mirror
i knew it was getting bad again
when days flew by like minutes
i knew it was getting bad again
when all i wanted to do was sleep
praying that the pain wouldn’t follow me into my dreams
i knew it was getting bad again
but just like before
i suffer in silence
because i’m afraid of what people would say
if i tried to tell them
that behind the jokes and the smile
is a girl
full of scars
About the Creator
Lizzy Turner
I’m here because writing brings me joy and helps me express my feelings. Pretty basic right? I know I know. But it’s still true. I hope that I help atleast one person realizes that they’re not alone.
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