Vicky J Robinson


Anxiety Vs Depression

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.

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