Encased tightly like a kindred shawl
Operatic music keys the deathly parade
Darkness falls as depression is unforgiven,
Out of sleep, madness has ferociously risen
Minds lavish with stops and barriers
Each technique infiltrates the game
Confront the beast to endure the wrath,
The dark showman encores to no laugh
Focus faded from white to blue
Sharp intakes as breath breaks free
Eyes swell enticed to a burning flame,
Non-existent fiend is the common claim
Social effort made with no appreciation
Cloaked and hooded, a brave face worn
Battling blind is to live by the sword,
Struggle back as help cries ignored
Body shifts earthwards to a living recession
A empty conscience to combat the depression
Cut off the head to revive the throne,
Before the dread absorbs all to the bone
None believed the belief held by the host,
Bleak haunted calls from the holy ghost
Redundant friends mourn the shadowy bed,
Truth now evident as tears soak the dead.
Every decision feels like a life threatening choice. The mind choosing an option, changing it’s mind, then changing it back again.
Every day decisions, like where to go out, or what to eat. The doubts of an anxious mind put different scenarios in your head, making it a tormenting life.
Always questioning whether you’ve made the right choice. It’s a hard way to live. A lonely place of guilt and living on nerves.
That’s how anxiety and depression fights happiness. Putting doubt and fear in safe situations.
It’s the most disabling crush on ones sanity…
Yes I believe life is worth living. I believe we should focus on the positive and not the negative.
We should embrace life as the gift it is. A miracle it was to be chosen, to be given a chance to make an impression on others and leave a silent legacy through society.
Lucky to be alive through complicated circumstances which ended with your making of personality and awareness. I believe im lucky and I want to live that way.
It’s just some of us are born with a discrepancy of the mind. A shadow that sweeps over the light of life. Takes away joy and leaves ‘what if’.
It feels like living on egg shells. That any moment I could break and fall. At the end of each day I am thankful for surviving. It’s just how I’m built.
Yes I can be depressing but that’s because I’m sometimes depressed. Even though I feel like this I still want to help others in any way I can. This is what calms my doubts and fuels my soul.