Depressive Anxiety

We’ve all heard of it before.
Maybe it struck a chord deep within.
Maybe not.
You can’t really tell anyways.
You’re too numb to internalize anything, anyways.
You register it all at once, or not at all.
You let it build up and consume you.
People around you notice, you remind yourself once more.
Heightened senses make your logic unrecognizable.
You can’t process what’s on your mind.
Your energy becomes disorganized,
An interrupted soul.
Hope becomes a nonexistent entity,
Far beyond your reach anyways.
A source of divinity, you hope will make amends;
Or just drown away, illicitly.

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