Death_Frisbees_Suck

What's the word to describe how I feel,
          	It's depression,
          	Anxiety,
          	How can I describe it?
          	
          	I am not motivated to do much,
          	I kinda am always just thinking,
          	My mind is always racing,
          	Nothing stays for long.
          	
          	Depression keeps me open minded,
          	It keeps me passive,
          	It keeps me kind,
          	But it also is slowly killing me.
          	
          	Anxiety keeps me quiet,
          	Keeps my opinions inside,
          	I have so much to say,
          	And almost no one will listen.
          	
          	Together they are hell,
          	My own personal fire,
          	They can't be out out,
          	I'm slowly combusting.
          	
          	I don't know what to do,
          	It's getting to be too much,
          	The tears they flow,
          	But the words stay inside.
          	
          	I want to tell someone,
          	Anyone,
          	that I need help,
          	But I'm too afraid to ask for it.
          	
          	Help,
          	I silently yell out,
          	I'm trying so hard,
          	Why can't i do it?
          	
          	They say I need to talk,
          	I am too quiet,
          	But I can't talk,
          	And can't help my quietness.
          	
          	I may be dying inside,
          	But I will help and listen,
          	If someone needs help,
          	I'm there for them.
          	
          	I know what it's like,
          	To want to end it all,
          	To want to give up,
          	But we can't.
          	
          	There is too much to live for,
          	Too much to love,
          	Too much of a future,
          	And too much to look forward too.
          	
          	What's the word to describe how I feel,
          	It's depression,
          	Anxiety,
          	They helped me see things clearly.
          	
          	I can't let go easily,
          	And neither can you,
          	If you go down,
          	Imma follow closely behind.
          	
          	Don't end your life,
          	Because then there is nothing,
          	You can't do anything to fix it,
          	No help can come.
          	
          	So I know the feeling,
          	Of depression and anxiety,
          	But I power through,
          	There are people that need me.
          	
          	(Depression and anxiety... A really crap poem by me)

Death_Frisbees_Suck

The mind at three forty in the morning is great isn't it 
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Death_Frisbees_Suck

What's the word to describe how I feel,
          It's depression,
          Anxiety,
          How can I describe it?
          
          I am not motivated to do much,
          I kinda am always just thinking,
          My mind is always racing,
          Nothing stays for long.
          
          Depression keeps me open minded,
          It keeps me passive,
          It keeps me kind,
          But it also is slowly killing me.
          
          Anxiety keeps me quiet,
          Keeps my opinions inside,
          I have so much to say,
          And almost no one will listen.
          
          Together they are hell,
          My own personal fire,
          They can't be out out,
          I'm slowly combusting.
          
          I don't know what to do,
          It's getting to be too much,
          The tears they flow,
          But the words stay inside.
          
          I want to tell someone,
          Anyone,
          that I need help,
          But I'm too afraid to ask for it.
          
          Help,
          I silently yell out,
          I'm trying so hard,
          Why can't i do it?
          
          They say I need to talk,
          I am too quiet,
          But I can't talk,
          And can't help my quietness.
          
          I may be dying inside,
          But I will help and listen,
          If someone needs help,
          I'm there for them.
          
          I know what it's like,
          To want to end it all,
          To want to give up,
          But we can't.
          
          There is too much to live for,
          Too much to love,
          Too much of a future,
          And too much to look forward too.
          
          What's the word to describe how I feel,
          It's depression,
          Anxiety,
          They helped me see things clearly.
          
          I can't let go easily,
          And neither can you,
          If you go down,
          Imma follow closely behind.
          
          Don't end your life,
          Because then there is nothing,
          You can't do anything to fix it,
          No help can come.
          
          So I know the feeling,
          Of depression and anxiety,
          But I power through,
          There are people that need me.
          
          (Depression and anxiety... A really crap poem by me)

Death_Frisbees_Suck

The mind at three forty in the morning is great isn't it 
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