Poem Time
You consume me
Like my bed
in the early mornings
You devour me
Like my fear
when darkness appears
You control me
Like my breath
When I spiral into a panic
You are my enemy
The thing
The pounds me into the ground
Burying me so deep
The voice Can no longer be heard
Taking away my chance
to fix a crack
To Heal a sickness
To right a wrong
You consume, devour, control
You are weakness,
silencing me
You are a sickness
A fucked up genius
You are timidity,
My anxiety
Bubbling up, the acidity
Burning my throat
And You are cowardice.
Nothing left
You leave me powerless
You hold me back from my true potential
Placate me
Threaten me
Bribe me
I will get out of that bed
I will over come my fear
I will slow down my breath
I will claw my way out of the dirt
I will be heard
Because in that split moment
When evil Meddles in this world
If no one else
I will stand up
I will have courage
I will take a deep breath in
And speak
The truth
Only the truth
And nothing but the truth
Thank you for sharing this amazing poem with us here. It was great.
@ilikesunset This was a lovely poem, very touching to read. I absolutely love the ending. 
Hey, thanks for sharing this beautiful poem. It really paints a picture of what anxiety and depression are like. I really admire the last piece, where you show your strength. I respect you for that. Thanks so much for the inspiration.
Edited by Asher, 5/31/21
Hey (: This is such an amazing piece of poetry, I really love it. It really captures the truth of what depression and anxiety can do to a person, you’re an amazing writer! Hopefully writing helps you to get those emotions out as well. And can talk to a listener on here anytime because I can see how much you are suffering. We’re always here for you. -S x
First off this poem was so perfect. I loved it, I think you should continue doing this to pour out your emotions. I really hope you get the help that you deserve cause depression is not a good thing to go through. Sending nothing but love and happiness your way ❤️ ~M