Anxiety and Depression

Anxiety and Depression

In a room where shadows creep, anxiety’s whispers never sleep,
a heart that races, breath that’s tight, trapped within an endless night.
Eyes that dart and thoughts that spin, drowning in the fears within,
every moment a silent plea, seeking escape from misery.

Depression wraps its cold embrace, stealing light from every space,
a mind that’s heavy, spirit weak, lost within the darkness bleak.
Every day a mountain high, every night a silent cry,
the weight of sorrow pressing down, in the shadows where they drown.

Hands that tremble, tears that fall, echoes in the silent hall,
a voice that’s lost its strength to speak, in the quiet, feeling weak.
The world outside a distant place, behind the mask, a hidden face,
every smile a painful lie, every breath a reason to try.

A friend’s touch, a beacon bright, in the midst of endless night,
a voice that whispers words of care, a hand to hold in deep despair.
The fight is long, the battle hard, each step a journey, every yard,
but hope remains a fragile light, guiding through the darkest night.

As daylight fades to black, they face the shadows at their back,
eyes that open, filled with tears, in the light, confront their fears.
In every breath, a silent cheer, for the courage to face their fear,
they rise again, though shadows stay, battling through another day.