When People Ask
When people ask me how I'm doing I want to tell them the truth.
That my depression is the captor I can not escape from.
That my heart longs for the attention I don't sustain.
That my ears burn waiting for you to tell me you feel the same.
I want to tell you that depression has invited anxiety over.
Again.
Yes... that is the third time this week. Thanks for noticing.
Tryi...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 10:23 pm
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