anxiety and depression

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Overwhelming feelings reach me, Wondering when I'll be free. Trying to think positive, But I'm submissive.
Speak to me  through your broken heart speak to me  until you're free trapped in sorrow and troubling times  but i know you want to be free
Dear Destroyer of Me, You think the world's bleak  and your glasses, tinted gray. You engulf me, make me weak so there's naught I can do but stay. You consume the joy I find
Let me tell you a little something about my anxiety First of all it’s a she She who told me that I didn’t lock the door of my house whenever I go out
My mind is like a ship Slowly rocking at sea The blue waves so peaceful I can see miles ahead I have a plan I’m following a map   But then comes the storm
Dear Loneliness,   You are with me everyday With no friends, you are the only one There is nothing I can say It seems as if I have no one  
As I walk into the room, I put my head to the floor Their thoughts and expressions im trying so hard to ignore What people think of me is a burden I always bare Im shaking with nervousness hoping they don't stare
My world is crashing, I start to cry. I feel as if I’m going to die. My thoughts are racing, I cannot think. My life’s a mess, a tragedy. Heart starts pumping, I cannot breath.
Fortified within these walls Never awakening from the outer calls I can hear them Never touch them I can comprehend them I can't pretend them away This room is a comfort, a torment
The warm waters of summer washed upon the sun kissed sand as the winds began to speed. The sand dries courtesy of the warm rays of the sun. The warmth of the water returns to the sand.
 
Every night when I close my eyes I use to be able to sleep peacefully Now im afraid something is trying to control my life for me
A year ago, on this day I clutch my belly and pray and pray I know this is a monumental change Is it something that I can take? Will I have enough courage, and strength? Will I still be the same?
I used to think money was the root of all evil Until I realized in myself Truly it's anxiety in people Money can be good when we discuss economy But let's go back to anxiety...
Last year, I thought I was getting smaller, but, in 2017, I've been standing taller. My friends and family have been there when my anxiety has been too much to bear. Anxiety has been there in the beginning,
Can you, for sure, say that you are alright?  I, with utter ease, can say no I’m not. I am like a porcelain doll, fragile, I am easy to break, easy to bend, helpless
What do you say to someone who has been there?Through your ugliest times, and transitions through life.Giving hugs when you need them, and kisses where it hurts.These are the things I could never lose from you.
Why is it that the more recovered I think I am, The happier I seem, The more I smile, The more open I am... Why is it that, inside, things might just be getting worse? It's a trick,
Alone I feel every second of every day There is no real cause to why I feel this way No person or thing, no action at all I break down inside because I feel I have no one to call
Her
                                                     
 When I forgot to singIt killed me slowlyLooking past all the thingsThat once made me human And in my mysteryA dreary smile Memories stay far from meThe weak and alone I walked a short wayThough my legs danced as if a mileConcoctions just like meY
Sweet as a cupcake,Busy as a bee,She is my daughter,And she is why I live. My depression is dark,My anxiety thick,But she is my light,And she is why I live.
Rise in the morning, to know something is wrong. Enter class to see blurs of movement and shades. A panicked breath and a step back. It is too late.  
The color of my face, the wind in my hair Are all symptoms of the life I bear.   Chilling bursts with the warmth of the sun, Are contradictions of the life I’ve won.  
I  am worn down and I am restless Keep looking to the sky Cause I’m forgetting where my faith is   This should be easy. This should feel more right. But I can’t give my pain to you,
She cannot tell them what she feels Nor what she thinks in her tortured mind Because if she does she knows how it will look And deep down inside she cares what you think of her  
The beginning… Their was not 1… not 2… not 3 or 4… but 5. Vacant vessels, all scattered and lost. All of which were bound to be together. Empty, but with a craving for peace… love… serenity   

i'm emptyfor a minuteit doesn't hurt anymoresomething to take my pain awayfor a few minutesit feels goodi've adapted to the pain mysuffering is not that badbut the doctors 
what’s that? oh, it was just the cat she was clueless   what’s on your wrist? oh, it’s just a scratch i was working outside
It’s not depression It’s not suicidal It’s not anxiety   Because I tell myself It’s not   Others have it worse
Anxiety gripped her, Its boney fingers long. She tried to resist its grip. But it grew tighter And tighter With each futile shake.
What if I forgot to turn off my cars headlights, What if I forgot that I've checked 3 times this night?   What if college is going to bury me in a grave of debt,
I resent you because you resent me because I resent you. I love you because I hate that I hate you. I'm angry with you because you're angry with me because I'm angry at you.
One moment you're fine Then all the sudden It hits you   Heart pounding Palms sweating Its hard to breathe   Everyone is asleep I need to calm down what can I do? 
if the sand was silk would you still step over it? if the rocks were gems would you pick them up? or would you still step over it?   it become harder to live or more likely so
My Depression and my Anxiety are in an epic love affair. They do majestic flamenco dances filled with passion, as they run into the other, with the intention of killing,
Alone I sit drowning in my pain Dark negative thoughts overflow my brain These feelings unwanted I did not want this fight Now I sit and question if I can make it through the night
I hate asking for help, i hate being a bother But thats what happens when you can't talk to a mother and father For all those who say "Im so sad or im so depressed"
Living with depression it's taking a tool Every day is's draining my soul Go to sleep tired waking up still Pop open the bottle taking a pill   Alone in my head and no where to go
The last year, one last chance to make a mark. My mark, what will it be? I am just discovering who I am and I feel it's too late. Days keep going, I try to come to terms with it. For me, high school is ending.
You're crying again... tears comin' down your face You're sobbing, almost in tears, all in tears, depressing, or anger hitting your fists against the wall tellin' yourself it won't happen again,
I cut the cord and now I’m floating here above the bloody mess that used to be the thing they called me not quite a person just me  
Never forget those terrible things he did those terrible things he said the things that made yu cry in bed praying to only see red the blood dripping down your wrists oh alice what will we do with you
 I am laying here in my cold, unwelcoming room  Barely tired enough for my eyes to get heavy enough start to close But my mind is so full of thoughts and questions that I can't silence I cannot get my mind to quiet down enough for me to be carried
I have been forced to live with this stranger for 16 years. It’s not fun living with a basket case. She is the reason I was shunned by my peers. It’s not my fault, they have good taste.  
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