Faces pass in slow motion,
Time changes when your buried under the weight of an ocean.
Screaming inside to be heard but this is where your voice ends.
Nobody listens because nobody can hear,
The voices all fade but the faces come near.
Stopping on instinct you try to speak,
All that comes out is bleak.
Anxiety is a cripple,
It throws you through a storm
Time and time again it catches you in a whirlwind.
It tosses you down into a whirlpool and it leaves you longing to be heard.
Eventually you just give in because the only help that comes is if just one person would listen.
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My Poems
PoesiaA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
