This isnt a poem but how i feel. i alway dream of when i will feel happyieness again, when ill be able to smile and feel the warm happy feeling again, but intead im stuck in a nighmare of depression, ptsd and anxiety man how i cant wait till it stops, till i stop, i understand that most will say its ok or its just in your head, they give me pill and just tell me to go to bed as if i were never asking for help, they think that a drug will cure me when im missing somthing i never had, falling into a pit of never ending darkness, and tears that im always drowning in, man i cant wait till i can breath again, my the only thing that was keeping me alive no longer says hi every morning or i miss you, so i just ride with the world and pretend to be ok like as if im in a drama club, but thats enough about me.

“Depression”

Knows just

How to take a

Hold of my brain

And convince it

That everything                              is

Wrong. That

I have absolutely

No chance at

Redeeming                                    my

Life. It convinces

Me that I am a                                monster.

It acts like

An addiction

Doing whatever

It can, to                                          get

More fuel for the

Fire that                                           it

Always has

burning . It will

Take things

That are good

And twist them

Until it’s impossible to

Figure                                           out

Just what is

Real, and what

Is just a lie

That I have made

Inside                                            of my head.

Explanation:

I understand

I am very sorry about how you feel.

Explanation:

I hope it gets better for you

answer; the above is true;

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