Anxiety
Depression
How is it you control me
Every fight
Both day and night
‘Til my words cannot console me?
Am I blind?
Am I weak?
Have I just been strong too long
Without the love I once had faith in
‘Til both faith and hope are gone?

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So many people say they want someone who loves them truly
So many people say they want someone who understands
So many people say they want a true, kind hearted person
While refusing to give credit to the ones they find at hand

They want someone to show them everything they’ve ever dreamed of
They want someone to be there through the calm and through the storm
They want to be loved perfectly, along with imperfections
While they reject each imperfection found with hate and scorn

They want someone to show them truth and honor such as they deserve
Dishonoring the truths they’re shown with unwarranted lies
Continuing to push away the very love they’re looking for
While treating those they push away the same as those despised
They cannot see that they’ve become the same as those who’ve done them wrong
Believing they are justified in everything they’ve done
They have been done wrong so many times that they’ve been blinded
It’s here I see that, just like me, they were strong for way too long

Just how long can one be strong while their weaknesses are preyed upon?
Just how long can one seek the truth when all they’ve found are lies?
Just how long can one have faith in everything they’ve been hoping for
Before faith begins to falter, and hoping comes to be despised?

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There are, by far, too many people in this world who lie about love
Because they know if they pretend to be true, they can use someone for all they can
‘Til they’ve had their fill
‘Til they’re caught
Or ‘til they find someone from whom to take more
It matters not, as long as things continue on as they had planned
Not caring who they hurt, as long as they can gain what they desire
Leaving such good hearted people broken and in pain
Until, for far too many, faith is lost in what they’re hoping for
Because the love they’re shown proves to be lies again and again

None of us experience exactly the same circumstance
For, even when they’re similar, the variables change
Some of us are more prone to depression and anxiety
The same for fear and doubt, though they effect us all the same
Some of us can tolerate, or withstand, these things longer
While some of us will reach our limits sooner than the rest
This timeframe individually depends upon our heartache
Along with depth of love and trust that each of us invest
As well as the severity of sufferance we each endure
Each time we’re left to feel we’re cursed after feeling we were blessed

For those of us with clinical depression and anxiety
We torture ourselves more each time, convinced that giving up is best
It makes it that much harder to have faith in what we’re hoping for
Especially when we think we’ve finally found the love that’s true
The hardest part of faith and hope is holding on until the day
We find the one who, just like us, will prove their love is true

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Anxiety
Depression
For so long you have controlled me
But I still fight
Both day and night
Though sometimes words just won’t console me
I will find the love I seek
For I’ve been waiting far too long
To lose my faith and give up hope
Despite this pain that lingers on