lost inside my head,
buried deep,
digging its way to the surface with ****** knuckles outlines in depression, anxiety, and left over pain.
sit's my happiness.
Etched into my mind,
in every corner and crevis is doubt,
my loneliness and worry.
Wondering if they meant that compliment,
or if the friends that left did it because of my obvious insecurities.
"don't let it define you"
how about a simple,
" don't let it **** you"
The idiotic stigma of needing to be strong,
just makes it that much worse when every fiber of your dignity and self-love has been shoved into a shredder and left to burn.
When avoiding social interaction becomes a sport.
When your bed starts whispering in your ear to just stay a little longer.
Or catching yourself in the mirror, lost in the reality you don't even know yourself anymore.
buried deep, digging its way to the surface with ****** knuckles outlines in depression, anxiety and left over pain sits my happiness.
And the hope one-day it'll emerge from the barren scape of my mind,
keeps me battling the war of mental illness.
I WILL WIN.