Fighting

The happy days of the playground
have disappeared.

How can a little freckled size bug
cause so much anxiety and fear. 

Now every day is a battle
Between a dark depression and a fading light of hope.

An endless tiredness in my mind
A constant chill in my joints and bones 

Sometimes I just want to sleep forever
Once I even tried. 

I just wanted to end
the brokenness I feel indide

My anxiety tells me to give up
It tells me im a worthless burden and I don't belong 

But I still have a desire to keep fighting
Though it gets harder to stay strong

But I'm a fighter and my future
is mine to seize. 

For I am stronger than this depression
I will fight this Lyme's Disease