I feel lost ...

Alone ... terribly alone ...

Fighting back
is getting old ...

I'm ready for someone
to take my hand,
telling me
I'm not alone.
Tears drop
silently down
onto the chilly,
dark night ground ...

I'm so cold
inside my soul,
shivering through
to my bones.
I try to concentrate
in hopes this
apprehension
calms down inside.
It's not a
physical cold,
it's from
the inside out ...

Shaky inside
from my head
to the tips
of my toes,
my feet,
sludging along,
as if in quicksand,
my brain hurts,
throbbing
into the secret
parts of
my very soul ...

Heinous taunts come
from the thoughts
that aren't mine,
making this world
seem unfeeling,
not giving me
any consolation.
Making me
stay in this
miserable place.
No matter
how I fight,
I cannot leave ...

I'm not fully depressed,
that's the whole thing.
This crazy disorder
I've dealt with forever
is the culprit
and stress
only magnifies
the intensity
of the anxiety,
depression
and ADHD blackness ...

After this...