I stand by the window and wonder will the anxious thoughts stop?.
Trying to get through the day without using survival mode.
Tierd of fighting with my own mind everyday.
Feeling a depression thats crushs you.
Its easier to say i'm fine when all
You really want is a hand to hold.
Crying in the night so no one sees your tears writing the pain away.
I stand at the window hoping for a better and happier tomorrow.
This just a passing thought and its a poem from my mental health collection i am working on i hope this helps someone
