Spiraling again, no bottom in sight.

Free falling, begging for a soft landing,

But knowing there will be skinned knees

Endless tears, and heartache all the way.

This darkness will end. Won’t it?

Keep pushing through;

No, just stop and breathe…

It’s only bad in your head.

The skies will be blue again,

Clouds part and the songbird sings

But you can’t see, eyes slammed shut

And the whine in your head

Drowns out all joyful sounds.

This is the face of anxiety,

Of depression, of a breaking soul.

Where is my lifting hand…

He tries, but can’t reach me…

I can’t try anymore.

Limbs are tired, shaking…

No strength remains…

Now, if I could just only sleep…

But my head begins to spiral once again.