It’s when you’re drowning and you can’t seem to float
you’re trying to speak but the words are clogged in your throat.
Your lips tremble and a tear rolls down your cheek
you’re supposed to be strong but every fiber in you seems weak.
Your thoughts are racing at a speed you can’t count
butterflies sink in your stomach and you’re drowning in self-doubt.
Your heart thrashes, and it splits in half
everything becomes dark and you lose your path.
Every dream you saw is about to crumble
your legs wobble and you know you’ll stumble.
It’s like you’re about to die and you can’t seem to breathe
the world starts to spin and you’re tightly clenching your teeth.
You know you’re not okay but no one holds your hand
you’re sinking and no one seems to understand.
You’re chocking on your words and a headache threatens to spill
you can’t find motivation and you start losing your will.
A dark cloud hovers over your head
it tells you everything would be better if you were dead.
But you remind yourself, everything will get better
there’s no point of sitting here to grieve.
You’re brave and strong all you need to do is believe.
I know times are rough and it seems like there is nothing you can do
but giving into depression and anxiety
won’t help you make it through.
You’re a fighter and sometimes fighters need help
you can’t conquer the battle field all by yourself.
It’s okay take your time I promise you it’ll all get well
you can’t get to heaven if you don’t go through a little hell.
Poetry book: Curing My Venom