Dear Misery
To others that do not understand,
they call you jitters, uneasiness, or maybe worries
but you are so much more than what it may seem.
You are anxiety, misery in its purest form
trapped in my body that once felt so warm
Beaten, tried, and on my knees
I have gone days without seeing the sun or feel the breeze
one day you will no longer make my skin crawl,
or have all my senses cause me to bawl
Dear misery, please release me from your shackles of pain
from the battle of never ending rain
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