ANXIETY

The knives inside won't stop piercing my VITAL ORGANS. My BrAiN is ON FIRE! I want to jump out of my skin. What violates me? Why does my body punish me? I know I don't treat it kindly all the time but it attacks me like an enemy on the battlefield. ANXIETY MUST LIFT SOON. IT WILL. IT WILL. I hope it does...

THE MORNING HAUNTS ME

Just keep your eyes closed, I say to myself. Once you open your eyes, the day starts and you must be a responsible adult which is becoming harder and harder each day. The day haunts me. I look forward to the night where I can go to sleep. Sleep ususally lasts as long as the drug(s) in my system. Butterflies are so beautiful except when they live in your belly like a bevy of bats. I wake up to this fluttering feeling that slowly tickles me but in a tortous way on my one and only nerve. I wish the day away so it's night again. Before you know it, life is over. Is this all there is to life? No wonder I'm depressed.

IT'S DARK IN HERE

It's dark in this room. I can't see. I can hardly feel what's around me. I'm angry, I'm sad, yet a morsel of happiness peaks through rarely. I would settle for those night glasses just to get me across the dark room. Why can't I feel the furniture? Why can't I hear the creaking of the floor? Where is everyone? Ever feel that way?