The day was great,
So eventful.
But as I lay in my bed
My thoughts become dreadful.
Time ticking as I stare at the ceiling,
I can't seem to shake this feeling.
Depression settles on top like
A blanket.
Warm and soft,
And so I scoff.
I can't make it
Stop.
BINABASA MO ANG
Anxiety Disorder with OCD Tendencies
PoetryThis book follows my anxiety disorder with O.C.D tendencies through poems I've personally written. ---------------- Due to sensitivity that can surround anxiety disorders and O.C.D there may be triggering components to my poems. I do not believe th...
