Tag: panicattack

Depression Is

You talk about it

Like it’s something casual

There’s nothing casual about it

 

Depression is not casual

It is not just being troubled

It is not a cold

Which you can recover from in days

 

Depression is an assassin

Depression is the shadow that follows behind

Depression is the dark hole that consumes

Depression is me

 

Depression is the twisted state of mind

It is knowing that there’s something not right

But don’t know what it is

Don’t know how to fix it

Utterly clueless

 

It is being completely blind

Searching in darkness

Everything I touch makes me bleed

 

It is drowning in my own tears

Until I lose the ability to cry

To feel sadness

Or anything at all

Until numbness

is the only thing remains

 

Depression is the defense mechanism

A bubble that claims to keep me safe

As long as I stay in it

And believe in the projections it shows

 

Depression is something I keep in my pocket

Always with me

Wherever I am

Whomever I’m with

It tells me how to act

And not to take it out

So others won’t acknowledge

 

It is a tenant that checks in

Out of the blue

And my body is the landlord

It brings its friends over

Anxiety

Panic attacks

They party all night

Playing horror movies

I toss and turn

Can’t fall asleep for nights

 

Depression stays in my body

It is trying to take over

It gives me a mask

Ask me to wear it

So no one can see

While every cell in me

Is turning into depression

 

It is the bad neighbor

Drilling the walls

Filling my room with lousy noises

And yet filing complaints against me

 

Depression is not casual

Depression is the paralyzing negativity

It is transparent yet so powerful

It keeps me in bed

Everyone away

 

Depression makes sure that I am alone

So it can fulfil its duty

The task of an assassin

 

Depression is choosing recovery

over and over again

failing and succeeding and failing again

it is a loophole in time

repeating everything every time

 

it is hiding the beauty in life

says the blue sky is grey

or the loving friends don’t care

or universe has abandoned me

or I belong to the wrong galaxy

 

Depression

Is the devil with a thousand tricks

It is the opposite of life

It is not having a voice

Or a choice

 

Depression is many things

It is definitely not

Not casual

Like how you talk about it

Panic Attack

I’m shaking

My visions blurred

Something’s stuck in my chest

I can’t breathe

smothered by air

 

I swallowed the tablet

Waiting in panic

Thirty more minutes

Then I should feel normal again

 

Everything has a noise now

My heartbeat is too loud

It is pounding too hard

I may just be shattered

And no one would notice

 

I am sitting here like a stone

I look normal

Yet every cell I have

Is deteriorating so drastically

I can hear them dying

I can hear them screaming for help

 

I can’t move my limbs

They are not mine now

I can see them

But they are so distant

 

I can hear my teeth clicking

So loudly in my head

Like a ticking bomb

I feel like it’s going to explode

 

I think I’m about to die

There’s no air in my lungs

My tongue is dry

My thoughts all tangled

They are shouting at me

Yelling and blaming

 

My body can’t take it

I may just be dying

I can’t cope with this

Ten more minutes

Until the tablet fulfils its duty

 

Every muscle I have is on guard

They know I am about to go

My body is rejecting my soul

They want it out

Ten minutes are too long

 

I am about to collapse

And nobody would notice

This is the end

Dying as a stone

Without a soul

 

Five more minutes

Goodbye, all

I don’t know what I’m fighting for

Set free my soul

so my body can rest