Anxiety Vs Depression Poem by Vicky J Robinson

Biting my nails. Trembling hands that are full of hair.
It's too much, too many ways, I can't...
Curled up in the grey fog. Irrelevance has seized me.
So what. What's the point? Just let me rest.

It's too much, too many ways, I can't...
Deep breaths. One thing at a time.
So what. Whats the point? Just let me rest.
Why am I so tired? No joy. No pain.

Deep breaths. One thing at a time.
I can only be in one place at a time.
So what? Whats the point? Just let me rest.
Alone. Drooping and hollow. My essence has gone.

I can only be in one place at a time.
Fidgiting. Moving so much, i'm lost.
Alone. Drooping and hollow. My essence has gone.
How can I feel so much and be so numb?