The Door To The Beauty Of Life

My Two Friends

As i lay in bed tonight.
my two friends hold me tight.
Depression strokes my hair wispering doubts in my ear.
Anxiety holds me to her chest.
Telling me Stories of tomorrows light.

As my heart races and my chest tightens.
Making Anxiety smile.
Tears fill my eyes as depression pulls me close.
Every Day.
Through the night.
I never leave their sight.

I walk along the street.
I feel them near.
Somedays they only whisper.
Other days they scream in each ear.

Ill never be without them.
But some days i dont see them.
some days they are all i think about.

I made a friend today.
Unlike these two.
Or so i thought.

But one day.
She Replaced Anxiety's voice,
on days she normally would be quiet.
She speaks for Depression,
Even on day's he would have no say.

Then On the day's where Depression is screaming,
And Anxiety is loud.
She Would be at her worst to.
Encouraging them.
Egging them on.

Pushing me to my limit.
Nearly off the edge.
I Blocked all three out and asked myself.
Is this how a friend really acts?
Making you cry.
Hurting yourself.
Falling apart.
With Just the words she says.

I told myself no.
So i sought for a excape.
I talked to those i call family.
Asking no Begging for help.
I needed saved from her.

I can handle my two best friends.
Anxiety and Depression.
But im not so sure i can handle a Third.

I Thank Everyone.
Because the weight is off me.
she is gone.
I am free.
The pain has eased.
i can breath.