Depression is the teddy bear you get as a little kid that you still seem to keep around as a bed decoration no matter how old you are
You sleep on it
Cry on it
Squeeze it
You're never able to let it go
It clings to you like an old memory that you never want to forget
You feel sick for loving it because you feel you've moved on
But you haven't and you think about it every day and you can't sleep because it stares at you in the eyes every time you try and whispers "no one cares" and you eat it up like your favorite left overs

Anxiety is the spine you carry in your back that bends and twists in ways you never thought
You feel agile and alive but other times it's a burden that weighs you down and you feel you could snap at any second
People try to help you but you bend over backwards trying to fix yourself but it just never ******* works so you blame yourself thinking you cannot be saved

Paranoia is the constant fear I have that all my friends aren't my friends
It's the feeling that all the right people hate me and all the wrong ones praise me
That looking at him and his friends makes me so jealous, I believe that he never wants to talk to me again that I'm just a problem, a text that he rolls his eyes at whenever he sees it's me messaging him

And the worst part is that it feels like home
When I'm engulfed in the thoughts I have when I'm alone I can't help but smile because my problems are all I know

she gazed at the dazzling stars
and wondered if she could be one of them
burning in the day
sparkling at night

bringing light to others

tell me why am I so weak hearted when I hear your voice ringing in my eardrums
tell me why am I so easily brought down to dust when you rattle off criticisms

I am
tired
of
this world
because I can't conform to changes as fast as you do.
I'm a little girl, wondering on the endless road of life, still searching every nook and cranny for hopes and dreams.
with a net in hand and a broken pendant in the other--- I crushed the unicorn pendant you gave me
I was mad at myself for being slow

I know you want to hold my hand and walk this road with me
but my hands are full of messed up things
give me time
let me run a curved path of life
to find my way
back to you

she hates herself for her numerous flaws
she hates herself for always tearing up
she hates herself for being weak and pale
she hates herself because she    lost herself

take her away
let go of the strings attached to her wings
shes suffocating
let her soar like eagles in the sky
hovering over the work of art round and round
that's the taste of freedom
that's her everything