Dying on the inside (DEPRESSION)

Dying on the inside


Eagerly waiting for a rainbow to end the storm within


Passing days feel like years, the calendar your only connection to reality


Repulsion at yourself, at your pathetic weakness when up against your own mind


Entirely devoted to searching out your own cure like some Christopher Columbus without a map of where you have been and where you are going


Sleepless nights playing a compilation of thoughts on how you are a defected organism that's trying to destroy itself for the greater good of the genepool


Senseless panic attacks ensue


Impossible terrors make your anxiety spiral out of control without warning


Only way out is to fight, but....


Not everyone makes it out of the ring alive

This poem is about: 
Our world


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