When i’m alone with my thoughts,
I think the worst,
My heart speeds up,
My hands shake,
My voice cracks.
My head hurts,
My body becomes heavy,
I become stuck to my bed,
I start to panic,
I get depressed,
So depressed i cry,
My eyes become fountains,
I’m just the pipe the water flows through,
Hollow,
I become quiet,
Distant,
I want it all to stop,
But it never does.
Poetry
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Mental illness is a serious thing. I’ve crossed paths with this as well. It’s a struggle, but just know there is light at the end of the tunnel. Things will eventually get better. My heart goes out to you.