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: 
Me
Our world

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