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Just because you can’t hear me doesn’t mean I’m not there.
Every moment is a waking nightmare
Of anxiety and all I see’s a dangerous path that leads to apathy.
Just because I’m still kicking and breathing and fighting
Doesn’t mean that I’m not struggling
Doesn’t mean that I’m not juggling every single task
With kicking, breathing, and fighting just to stay afloat.
Just to keep from drowning.
Just to keep from shaking and crying and breaking and dying and
Screaming out to the world

I am not okay!

And you know what that’s okay.
Because I don’t have to be okay every single day just to be able to say
Everything is fine.
Everything is not fine.
And when the world comes crashing down around you
And you feel like you’re about to burst because of all the emotions that you aren’t feeling
And when the world starts reeling and spinning under your feet
And you feel like you’re sinning because you don’t feel complete,
Take a moment

To breathe.

Because no matter what you believe
One day you will feel again
You’ll feel the sun on your face, a loved one’s embrace and then
You’ll finally feel
alive.
I wrote this because whenever I see stories of depression, I never see one that I can really relate to my story. So, I figured I might as well tell it.
  Feb 2016 emily ramirez
Lianna Walters
This morning, it was hard for me to get out of bed.
I was so tired,
I was so willing to lay down,
Rest,
And give up
But I didn’t.
I got out of bed,
Got dressed,
And got ready for school
Most people only think about the war that comes with depression and anxiety
They don’t tell you about the many little battles
Battles I’m learning to overcome
They’re not easy battles,
But for the first time in a long time,
This morning,
*I won.
I'm still learning, but at least now I'm getting somewhere
emily ramirez Feb 2016
my two best friends that have been there since i was 10
They are the kind of friends that you want to leave, but they always are there
anxiety is what saved my life, while depression almosted killed me
i want both of them to leave, it's either one leave and the other becomes unbearable
i wish i was alone, but not alone in my own head.
i will post more poems like this so i can see if it helps with my anxiety

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