I stand by the window and wonder will the anxious thoughts stop?. Trying to get through the day without using survival mode. Tierd of fighting with my own mind everyday. Feeling a depression thats crushs you. Its easier to say i'm fine when all You really want is a hand to hold. Crying in the night so no one sees your tears writing the pain away. I stand at the window hoping for a better and happier tomorrow.
This just a passing thought and its a poem from my mental health collection i am working on i hope this helps someone