Having depression and anxiety is kind of a
Funny thing.
Those depressed moods
However awful they are
Remain comfortable
Remain separate from the whirlwind of
Thought and obsessive
Worry
I can’t fall from the floor
There is no surprise
No jarring suddenness
Just peace in the low and dull
It’s a sick cycle
That enraptures
Makes me yearn for the consistency
That is ruining my life.
You don’t take chances
There’s no point
You don’t try things
Why would I?
Are you ever going to start living your life?
Do you want the truth?
Maybe a day will come
When the anxiety isn’t so grand
And the depression seems just a little
Unappealing
A day where I step out from the centrifuge
That whirls and spirals
And step into the light
With a novelty I never knew
And a take on life
I had never held in my hands
With a world of possibilities
I had yet to realize