Who has depression so deep in their eyes that every time they cry their iris pools at the edge and the color runs down their cheeks
Who has racing thoughts in their mind, multiple ones at a time and they race each other to be the most important one, to become the thought that becomes a feeling
Who has hands that shake so often it goes unnoticed by everyone because that’s just the way they are,
their calm looks like someone balancing a stack of plates and people keep adding more and more
Who has a heart that is so tired and so willing to give up because pumping blood through this body is not their job anymore, their job is to turn to ice,
harden and run away from everyone whoever said they wouldn’t leave.
Who has a mind filled to the brim, spilling over and over with meaningless words that only mean something to the poor person in this body and this body is trying so hard to keep her down everyday
Answer...it’s me Riddle solved