I didn't try hard enough.
t laid in bed doing nothing but cry.
I cried until my eyes got dry.
Who knew that I would let the darkness consume my body?
I felt like a nobody.
It was like I was trapped.
What happened?
Was it all just my imagination?

I tried to go out, but the anxiety just kept coming.
The panic attacks came and I felt like I was choking.
They put me on meds to put the demons away.
My friends helped by being a phone call away.
I was fighting.
I was a fighter.
I was able to smile again.
I was able to eat and laugh.
I was able to leave the house without the worry.
I thought I had the support I needed until that one day.

Both of my friends called me annoying.
They both agreed that calling for rides was an issue.
But worse of all, she told me I didn't try hard enough.
After a year of battling depression and anxiety,
it hurt to read those words,
because I knew with all my heart I did.
It left a deep wound in my chest.
I couldn't stop the crying.
I didn't try hard enough.