[D]

they take my sole
and widdle away
night by night
day by day

one day my sole will be no more
and in it's place
an empty door

my cries for help
ther'e not very loud
I'm alone
in a crowd

I'm surrounded
by enemies
They want to taunt
They want to tease

I am bleeding
They are succeding
Make me live!
Do something!

They are the ones
who want me dead
They are the ones
inside my head

 

[orwen2000]

:hug
A very powerful poem. I like it.

 

[D]

thank you!

i could never let anyone i know read it...

 

[EuphoriaMourning]

You did a great job of illustrating the desperation someone feels when they suffer from SA or panic disorder. Feeling attacked, and alone..like they have no allies. It's common to feel exhausted as well, as if something has been sucked out of you.. life, energy, happiness.. but there's nothing going in to fill that space.. Really good

 

[lynzee]

You did a great job of illustrating the desperation someone feels when they suffer from SA or panic disorder. Feeling attacked, and alone..like they have no allies. It's common to feel exhausted as well, as if something has been sucked out of you.. life, energy, happiness.. but there's nothing going in to fill that space.. Really good

:agree Couldn't have said it better myself.