One life
One promise
One relapse
One mistake
One death
Two cold hands
Two empty eyes
Two lost souls
Too little, too late.

Trapped inside her mind.
There are a million different doors.
All of them are locked.
None of them can fix her catastrophic thoughts.  

Only she knew the extent of her limitations.
But she didn't want to disappoint, so she kept on doing more.
All these tasks pushed her past her breaking point.

Little did she know,
Kindness was the poison rooted deep inside in her mind.

All alone.
There she goes.
Watch her soul float away.
Now she no longer feels any pain.

The depression keeps me wrapped in a warm cocoon.
I am used to the waves of sadness and emptiness that comes with this storm. I want to escape, but I fall back on old habits that have worked in the past. I know these are unhealthy, but I am working toward being a better version of myself

The anxiety chokes the life out of me, but it is all that I know.
My mind is always racing and quiet makes me uncomfortable.
It is the default button that turns on when I wake up in the morning.
I see the hole in the middle of the street.
I fall in because it is what I am used to.

I am responsible for my actions and have come to term with my decisions made in the past. I hope that through this recovery, I can notice the hole and walk around it. After moments of hard work and perseverance, I know that I can walk down another street.

I am bright. I am brilliant. I am beautiful. You are too.

I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
The panic is rising
The air is escaping
My heart is pounding
I can no longer disguise it
You must get away from me

Euphoria, euphoria, euphoria
This energy is glowing inside of me
My mind won’t stop spinning
Is this insanity?

People tell me I'm a pretty girl.
But when I look in the mirror, all I see is pain.
I see the emotional scars and sleepless nights.
I think of all the times I've cried myself to sleep.
Every day I get out of bed and question what I have to live for.

Anxiety is my uneasy laughter.
Depression seeps through my fake smiles.
Hollowness lives in the bags under my eyes.

Today, I look in the mirror and tell myself that I am living for me.
I am living for you and the thought of helping others.
I hope one day to see my own beauty and have love for myself.
I hope one day you see that you are more than what others say.

Starts off fine.
Nothing bad in sight.
One spark is all it takes.
Downward spiral into the abyss.
I am quickly deteriorating.
There is no fight left to give.

My mind tricks me into believing that I can be okay.
But I cannot do this anymore.
I am told to take life one day at a time.
But how can that be if each day is harder than the last?