Fighting
The happy days of the playground
have disappeared.
How can a little freckled size bug
cause so much anxiety and fear.
Now every day is a battle
Between a dark depression and a fading light of hope.
An endless tiredness in my mind
A constant chill in my joints and bones
Sometimes I just want to sleep forever
Once I even tried.
I just wanted to end
the brokenness I feel indide
My anxiety tells me to give up
It tells me im a worthless burden and I don't belong
But I still have a desire to keep fighting
Though it gets harder to stay strong
But I'm a fighter and my future
is mine to seize.
For I am stronger than this depression
I will fight this Lyme's Disease