Depression is like holding a scalding hot cup of coffee,
Some days it burns you constantly,
Sometimes it's a dull ache
Sometimes it gets cold,
Until something comes and fills your cup again

Anxiety is not just the
Shaking and crying,
It is also the fear

My mind is a confusing place
There is a song playing over like a broken record
Making remixes with the beat from my pencil end during the test this morning
Thoughts swim about, bumping into each other like a school of clumsy fish
Ideas stand out like lightbulbs in dark rooms
Worries lurk in the cracks darker than the monster in my closet
Despite all this my feet keep moving to a different beat and my lungs keep working and for a moment I can believe that it will get better

I hope
That you do not see
The faint lines
On my wrist
Or the sadness
in my eyes,
Because
I don't know
If I could
Explain
Why
I want to die

I hope
From the depths of my heart
That I haven't hurt you so badly
That someone else
Will have to fix
What I broke