A Darkness Within [Living with Anxiety and Depression]

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Two.

Breathing gets harder with each breath I take.

It feels like my lungs are held in a vice grip,

I can't shake it.

Do I even want to?

Yes.

My mind tells me it's no use,

No one would care if I stopped breathing.

My heart screams out,

Trying to be heard over the crushing weight of the world.

But I can't stop the feeling that maybe...

Maybe my mind is right.