BROKEN SOUL

THE WORDS I NEED TO SAY

Placing words together Forming inside my Ready to be said, head the real question is,

Will they be heard?

When I speak, will they be slurred?

What is my worth? Do I deserve to walk this earth?

Should I say,

All the words I want to say,

Or do I preserve, what is left of my self-worth? What the hell with it!

I must address and express,

Depression holds me in darkness.

Anxiety tells me, The darkness will keep me safe. Racing thoughts, put words in my head, Spinning them,

Telling me I should be dead. I am nothing. I am worthless. I am empty. I am darkness. I am ugly.

I can’t get it right. These are the words inside my head.

If I put them on paper,

Release them, set them free,

I’ll have a moment where I can breathe. You may not understand the words I say, But that’s okay, because this here, These words I write, are my way to say,

I made it,

One more day.

One more fight.

You may not see the struggle inside.

It’s here. It’s real. I do not lie. I confess this isn’t easy,

But these are the words I need to say.