#anxietydepression
Hiding in the shadows
Coming out at night
Strong and independent
Staying out of sight
Rustling in the darkness
Searching through the dirt
Reminding those that fear us
Reminding those of hurt
Never seen in sunlight
Always hid in shame
The places that we fester
Always those to blame
Hard and feared by many
Very rarely seen
But proudly we sit silent
Proud of where we’ve been
Lurking in the corners
Screaming loud and proud
Stop us in a corner
We scatter underground
A certain infestation
Hiding in decay
Ignore us at you peril
We spread as you delay
Never trust a cockroach
In solitude he dwell
Surrounded by familiars
All from the gates of hell
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 5:21 PM UTC
I'd love to be able to lay my heart out
I want to open my chest and flay all my doubt
Ill reach into myself and hope to see reality
But how am I supposed to help if I blind myself?
what if I go searching and only find trouble?
What if my eloquence it reduced to babble?
Reason takes effort and I'm exhausted
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC