Standing on a bridge
Two doors by me, both are grey
Though dull, they are true.
I walk to one door
Inside is me, uncaring
Caged by depression
Walk to the other
Inside is me, too caring
Shaking, so anxious
Back on the bridge now
Torn by my cage and trembles
My mind split, twin hells
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
Standing on a bridge
Two doors by me, both are grey
Though dull, they are true.
I walk to one door
Inside is me, uncaring
Caged by depression
Walk to the other
Inside is me, too caring
Shaking, so anxious
Back on the bridge now
Torn by my cage and trembles
My mind split, twin hells
Being depressed is one thing, but depressed AND anxious? The worst kind of hell to be in...
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