It's dark. /I cannot rest. / No longer can I weep. / With eyes too dry and mind too weak. / My heart pumps fast, / I want to cry. / Anxiety attacks, no telling why. / Exhausting depression creeps in with the sun. / There's no where to go, / No where to run, / With no relief, I peak under the bed, / But all of the monsters reside in my head. /
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