Skimpy lassie laying peaceful, warmth touching her delicate face
Bore her eyes in this imaginary vault of heaven.
Thoughts rushing though her veins
Are there angels upon these candy clouds?
Mama say that they’re really good at hide and seek so you have to be really quiet and steady
Open your ears
Ignore the swisher of the wind
Church bells
Passionate laughter
Is it dazzling in the brume

It some serious issue
Do you know
What it feel like to pass the same street everyday full of people with the urge of trying to get your headphones out of your pockets so you seem busy
Feeling like there a big lump in your throat and you forgot how to swallow.
Palms are sweaty
Hands start to shake
You feel like people are looking and feel their eyes judging
Overthinking
Your on the pure of shredding tears
The reality is no one cares what your problems is or who you are.
You know anxiety is  stupid but there isn’t anything you or doctor can do to help
You

No one truly want to have a dark days
                                                Or sleepless
                                                  Nights
               Or grumpy morning.
No one truly wants to be stuck in this endless dark tunnel with no hope for a mendicant to fix my long lasting friendship called depression.

My mother sheers tears called confusion and frustration
She just want someone I can’t give her
Am sorry mum that I will never be that small smart girl who made you proud.

Am sorry that I got addicted to it when your love is way better than any drug