No comfort in the world
No pleasure in my day
The world falls around me
The howls of fear
Yet no one else can hear
The pain around me
Yet only in my soul
Chilling whispers in my mind
Warning, telling, fearing
An omen of doom to appear
Blinking red, pulsing blue
Anger and emotion
All the pent up rage within
Yet only in my soul
Tall willows, bold and clear
Bent against the passing storm
My world falling into shreds
Strong as iron
Soft as butter
My lifeline shakes and quivers
Yet just my soul is shaking
Brave lion, tall and strong
Give me honor
Find me strength
The day we all must fear
Comes crashing near
Fighting, pulling, tearing
Yet only fighting my soul
The world is growing empty
Silent and clear
But the people stand around me
Nothing to cling to
Nothing to hold
All is barren inside of me
Yet all is empty within my soul
The storm rages all around
Biting, stinging, howling
The wind whips around me
Chilling rain falls
Freezing my very self
The world is all in chaos
Yet only in my soul
The storm is slowing
Rain slackening
Wind calming, getting slow
Brave lion, strong lion
Thank you for the strength
To help me pull through the tide
To calm this battle in my soul
The fog has cleared
My mind is nearly free
The long webs untangle
This one storm has truly passed
You have pulled me free
Yet this is just one storm to face
And I'm always fighting my soul
A/N: I wrote this one a while back, it shows how I felt during an anxiety attack, not about depression.
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