Achieving For The Greater Good

P: Falling Test

Anxiety is my issue.

Depression is my runner up.

The world is fine then it crashes.

Somethings wrong and suddenly you know it.

Suddenly you know that the quiver in your voice is real.

That you can hear every heartbeat.

The pulse in your becomes a mocking state.

And that's how anxiety feels.

Depression for the love of myself is a sacrifice I can't help but make,

It allows me to look up to conceited people.

But it does not lift me up,

Truthfully it drops upon me like a tank.

Broad and bulk depression feels endless in worthlessness,

and nature slowly disappears.

But how can I deal with it?

I try to sleep.

But if I do,

Then I'm reminded by nightmares.

It's been since hours start the dream cast.

It's been two more.

Change the channel.

Or dim the lights this might be fun,

Says anxiety to my mind.

A flutter of confusion,

A death.

Murder.

Depression sends me messages that I'm alive but death trails close behind,

And I'm not afraid.

I'm more depressed.

Because days grow longer,

Yet shorter with every breath and with every panic attack it only gets worse.

This is how my disorders place their test.

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February 13, 2015

Inspired by "Understanding" - spiceypricey