A Poem for the Anxious

You promise yourself you’ll start doing better.
“If I mess this up then so God help me…”
The sun rises, followed by the moon.
One slip…
Gone
Dark
Tired
Lost.
Days amount to eternities and nights become grim and treacherous,
I just wish I could feel again.
The happiest girl in the room is the one who cries herself to sleep.
Fears not considered
Voice not heard
Tears not seen
Opinions not worth it.
Swimming in my head and stumbling on my feet.
Reaching for nothing
Wanting,
Nothing.
Cold, just..really cold.
Ya know?
Craving a hug, a warm blanket,
A home.
A cure,
Because carrying this much emptiness is exhausting.
These feelings, silent.

Photo by PeteLinforth

https://pixabay.com/en/stress-anxiety-depression-stressed-1084525/

 

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