Poems from cynthia_lee143
I am 17 and struggling through depression and anxiety. Poetry is my outlet that encourages me to move one more day.
Thoughts race
time goes by
minutes drag
she wonders why
darker and darker
her mind goes
what is the outcome?
nobody knows
all she sees...
Incompetent minds
with unyielding thoughts
she keeps to herself
and guards her soul
they dont understand
they only observe
she stays in...
What do I do
without you?
Where do I go
when you're broken too?
I want to help
is that possible?
We could both be happy
is that...
Through out my life
people always ask me
"what will you do
what job will set you free?"
Days went by
I gave it some thought.
I couldn't...
I was once happy
A long time ago
Now I cant seem to smile
Only tears seem to flow
Pen to paper
My feelings forever in ink
My escape from...