Dec 2014
Oceans full of lies and deception impale my soul.
The nails hurt as they become one with my flesh.
I know what every hour on the clock sounds like.
Late night TV is no longer unfamiliar
...
Anxiety clutches my body like vice grips.
Trying desperately to reclaim me as it did once before.
My fight is real as is my pain, although I hide behind darkness I cannot deny its presence.
The nails hurt as they become one with my flesh.
I know what every hour on the clock sounds like.
Late night TV is no longer unfamiliar
...
Anxiety clutches my body like vice grips.
Trying desperately to reclaim me as it did once before.
My fight is real as is my pain, although I hide behind darkness I cannot deny its presence.
Anxiety and depression are a few of the ugliest things on this earth. It seems impossible to conquer and often claims lives. We must stand strong against this disease and fight back with everything we have. Never say you can't because you can. I'm living proof of that. Its come back to try and claim me again. I promise it won't win.
