It hurts.
It hurts not to be able to be yourself.
It hurts not to be able to talk to someone.
It hurts not to be able to says something.
It hurts that you can't see my pain.
I feel my body heat up every single minute of my life.
I can't concentrate on anything.
My hands shake slightly.
My breathing hitches.
I have chest pain. It hurts. It's like a pang in my chest.
It hurts.
I have no motivation to do what I love.
I can't love what I love.
I can't do anything.
It hurts.
But you don't see my pain,
Because I'm painless.
I don't cry. I don't feel pain. I'm the smiley happy person you've always seen.
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...
