I can tell you all my secrets
I can love and make love to you
I can boldly call you mine
All this I can do, only in poetry

come close
but not close enough
to touch

peer at me
but shift your eyes away
quickly

ignore me
but watch me from across
the room

breathe down
the nape of my bare neck
like before

hate me
but wish I was still in
your bed

People say growing up is hard;
yet I see it as a game.

You win some you lose some.
Never make a game to serious;

Because upon frustration comes destruction,
and upon destruction becomes despair.

make life your game,
and all the people; little pieces.

Play until its over and boring,
disperse peacefully and without the need for judgement.

i was going to therapy
but all it did was make me angry
because thats what happens when you are depressed and filled with anxiety.

the feelings overwhelm the brain,
making it hard to make sense of anything,
as you get beat up in the metaphorical boxing ring.

taking swings left and right,
you can’t put up much of a fight
against the feelings of complete fright.

tired and hopeless,
you begin to give in,
pleading with your thoughts to just take the win.

Anxiety is - feeling like you might have a heart attack at 19. The tightness in your chest confuses you and surrounds you.

Anxiety is - feeling like you have to *****, every minute.

Anxiety is - showing up late to work everyday, because you cannot . . . You simply cannot make yourself get out of bed. You're paralyzed.

Anxiety is - conversations in my head that aren't real.

Depression is - feeling completely alone surrounded by people.

Anxiety is - being constantly exhausted and plagued by a knot in your thigh that gets tighter with each footstep.