You want to cry, but instead keep it in : because they'll know you're weak.
Keep it in because you have to stay strong : otherwise, you'll just fall apart and building your world back up is too hard for your small hands.
All your problems start and develop within : there's a reason why it's called mental illness.
And you want to tell someone but it just feels wrong : because it has its hands around your neck, ready to squeeze whenever you betray it.
It said to not say anything, it said that it would kill me if I did so. Because it was our little secret, it said.
YOU ARE READING
I am SAD
Poetry"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
