The Battle
The Battle anxiety stories

kassaundrachur1 Hurt has a Heart in the form of words.
Autoplay OFF   •   2 years ago
Sorry its been a while since I posted i have been busy. but here's a rough one i typed up in class. enjoy, ad as always my messages r always open

The Battle

My beating heart, it’s the heart that beats, just waiting for these terrible thoughts to leave they never go away and make me not want to stay; I am not sure how to win the attack I am in.

I feel myself drowning minute by minute second by second and yet can’t reach any oxygen my hope is wearing dreadfully thin is suicide a sin? or a win- win?

For I do not know anymore how to fend in this battle of my mind the attacks are grinding into my last sliver of hope I no longer know how to carry on,

I smile and say i’m okay but there isn’t much longer left until I reach for the blade yearning for just a sliver of relief in my body .

will the pain ever end? Or will I let depression win and stomp on my grave waving around my white flag of defeats as he then places it at my feet.

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