Depression and Anxiety: Just Below the Surface

Sometimes it’s hard to accept

the things that go right to your depths

Cold, dark and surrounded by silence

the places you no longer can hide it

That one thing you wish was not there

yet there it is seeped in despair

just waiting, just sitting, just biding it’s time

just waiting, just living until “your all mine”

And yet here I am, just beyond grasp

walking the tightrope, feet on thin glass

I see it, it sees me and maybe that’s all

that I know, that you know, that anyone knows

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