Remembering back those days when anxiety had hit me hard, mind was chaotic and I felt like mad.
A fight so real, a fight so bad..
with heart and mind, makes me sad.
Darkness was the only home, calm and quiet all alone.
With a ray of light, heart rushing so fast.
"what will they think of me at last."
These words keep coming all around,
my inner demon was making the sound.
With every failure of my own,
marks the sucess of my inner demon.
Loosing confidence and growth of fear,
drown my soul in that painful tear.
Bruises and scratches all over,
cutting all ties and going undercover.
I want to hide, I want to shout,
sometimes active, sometimes blackout.
hours passed but felt like year,
afraid to have someone near.
Days went by no bath,no food,
locked in a room, life was that rude.
A million of thoughts, thousands of feeling,
sleeping on bed staring at the ceiling.
This was like a penalty, unaware of the sins for which I was guilty.
Somehow that rough time went by, I pulled myself out and let that thought die.
Hard to look back, unable to explain,
what had happened may never repeat again.
All I can say," just hold on a little longer,
this time will beat you, but you will rise stronger."
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