Darkness, tears and terror, I’m trapped.
Trapped inside my body, trapped inside my head,
trapped inside my mind.
Living in a world either running through the dark trying to find the light,
or sitting in a black room with no walls trying to find my way out.
Wondering when it will all be over, wondering when
I’ll run into an open field filled with sunshine and happiness.
Every night I close my eyes and pray that the next
day will be better than the one I just lived.
I dream about the day when I won’t worry anymore,
and I’ll free myself from the horrifying thoughts.
I dream about the day when I’ll wake up with a smile on
my face and say “it’s going to be a great day.”
I dream about the day I make happiness a priority
and no longer live with anxiety.