My truth is I'm drowning in seas of mistakes
as the waves of pressure crash over me.

The truth is I've allowed fear to enter the dark
corners of my mind. I told him he may only stay
for a little while... I promise!

But now I'm to afraid to let this fear escape.

The truth is I'm scared... terrified to let you in
because my tainted thoughts poison pure minds.

My truth is anxiety and depression devour my soul
as darkness moves from one corner to the other...
leaving trails of suicidal sticky notes.

Some say: Remember when she said,
"You're just another fat helpless victim of society."
Or when he said,
"You're worthless we rather you dead!"

The truth is the world sees me as the frail twig.
Not the sturdy tree!