the darkness is starting to cloud over,
the sadness is pulling me in.
I can feel the shadows starting to grow,
they turn to me and grin.

"come closer dear one,
we won't bite. we're harmless, we swear"
but I wasn't raised a foolish one,
the enemy is clearly right there.

I swallow my fear and turn away,
preparing to flee the scene.
that's when the sadness pulls me back,
it's like I'm living a bad dream.

but then many voices call to me,
my sanity has arrived.
it's the voices of my family,
they'll help me find the light.

life has ups and downs you see,
of that I know I'm sure,
but it's the choices that you make during it,
that determine your final score.

I'll be the ink
you'll be the poetry
I'll write the words
with every ounce of honesty
you'll be the rhythm and rhyme
the ones I'll perfect
one at a time
I'll bring the paper
you bring the pen
if we mess up
we'll start over again
I'll be the ink
you'll be the poetry
we'll bring the life
into this story

Living with anxiety
And depression,
It's feeling too much
And nothing at all.
Which means feeling
Like you can never win.

But you can.
And you will.
**You're not alone!