You will not see my shadow pass
the gate of mournings eerie dark
Nor hear my voice among the reeds
that grow above my silenced heart
No fondest kiss to furrowed brow
to quell the torment of your making
for you have left me here alone
to sleep the sleep that knows no waking.

This anxiety tries to **** me,
Time and time again,
Makes me fuss over little problems,
It keeps on whispering, "This is the end."

I try to shoo it away,
But it doesn't want to let go,
Now depression comes by,
To sing along with anxiety's deadly song.

It keeps messing with my mind,
And other people tell me to relax,
But depression gets the best of me,
My mind is starting to crack.

I always thought this was a phase,
Everyone would just go though,
But I'm sure this is different,
According to someone I knew.

It tries to drown me,
In my past of regret,
I don't want to give up,
I just don't want to yet.

"Oh no, I needed this!",
"Oh no, I forgot about that...",
Responsibility, it seems,
Is what I tend to lack.

I wasn't always like this,
I used to be very responsible,
I used to like to be a leader,
But my mistakes don't seem flammable.

I don't know the true meaning of depression,
Anxiety is mostly what I have,
But itself is enough,
To make me insane, to make me laugh.

So please leave me alone,
Please leave me to my thoughts,
But I hear my anxiety bellow,
"Just give up, you don't have a chance."

I don't know which to believe,
I just end up crying,
Sometimes I just wonder,
"What would happen if I'd start dying?"

Catapulted...
Over the moon.
Counted stars
as I hurtled through time and space.

I had tasted the sweetness.
The spellbinding grasp of weightlessness
as I crested upon the peak of my ascent.
Felt free and overwhelmed that moment
where the universe and I collided...
And birthed the second.

I only had that second.

The second that spanned an eternity.
The second filled with abundant promise.
The second that unclenched my fist,
melted my heart,
and liberated my mind.

But gravity takes control
and that second dissolves as
quickly as it came.
Reality beckons almost gentle...
Like swaying palms in the night sea breeze.
Assuring me that I'll be back in my rightful place.

In this time...
And this space...