You saw it coming from miles away
Each day itd get closer but it dragged its feet
Taunting you every chance it got
The closer it got the more agonizing
GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY
You'll scream
And then it arrives
Hitting you full force but in waves
You drown in the pain
Quicker and quicker
You sink
Until you settle at the lowest of lows
Breathing is panicked and choked out by the depression the anxiety telling you
If you speak, you will die
Your friends and family see you and try to help
But they grow tiredsome and give up
Depression sucks you in like quicksand and anxiety makes you comfortable there
Comfortable in the apathy
The storm hit you hard
Do you fight it off or do you let it kill you?
YOU ARE READING
Imagery
Poetryjust a collection of descriptions of many things. a creative outlet for me i guess.
