Have you ever felt like your emotions are in a deep dark place that’s pitch black and there’s no light what so ever, the only light there is you, you the light but it’s dim, almost like the light is ready to go out and you keep walking around trying to find a way out but there isn’t, there is no way out of this place? well, that’s how I feel, trapped in a deep, dark, pitch-black place with hardly any light and no way out, and honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can take it before that dim little light goes out.

Putting words together Forming inside my head Ready to be said,

The real question is,

Will they be heard?

When I speak, will they be slurred?

What is my worth? Do I deserve to walk this earth?

Should I say,

All the words I want to say,

Or do I preserve, What is left of my self-worth? The hell with it!

I must address and express,

Depression holds me in darkness. Anxiety tells me,

The darkness will keep me safe. Racing thoughts, put words in my head, Spinning them,

Telling me I should be dead.

I am nothing. I am worthless. I am empty. I am darkness. I am ugly.

I can’t get it right.

These are the words inside my head.

If I put them on paper, Release them, set them free,

I’ll have a moment where I can breathe. You may not understand the words I say, But that’s okay, because this here, These words I write, are my way to say,

I made it,

One more day.

One more fight.

You may not see the struggle inside. It’s here. It’s real. I do not lie.

I confess this isn’t easy,

BROKEN SOUL