Three.Waking up,
It's hard to get out of bed.
Walking,
Working.
I move through the motions.
But it all feels pointless.
Food lost its appeal,
Yet I know I need to eat.
I want to lay in bed,
Drown myself in sleep.
But I can't.
It takes everything in me not to cry out.
Everything I have pushes me through the motions.
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A Darkness Within [Living with Anxiety and Depression]
PoetryPoetry from the mind of Kalayna Marie