“It’s a crying shame, to have only hopeless sorrow”…

Stress and anxiety…
Distort and cloud her view…
Been like this for years…
It is nothing new…
The unseen silent killer…
Crept up unawares…
Like a thief in the night…
Climbing up her stairs…

And quietly attacked…
With debilitating ease…
Once inside her mind…
She was forced upon her knees…
She can’t clearly think straight…
Her brain is under pressure…
Her arms and her legs…
Are locked in displeasure…

The feelings run through…
The length of her body…
She feels sick and twisted…
But can’t tell anybody…
Or articulate how she’s feeling…
Because she’s in such a dark place…
But you won’t see any scars…
They lurk beneath her surface…

All her thoughts are freezing…
And just not making sense…
There is no escape…
It’s all so fucking intense…
And she simply can’t cope…
So she tries to hide away…
Ignoring everyone around her…
Blocking out whatever they say…

And sometimes lashing out…
In pure anger and frustration…
That nobody can help her…
Overcome this dire situation…
Because the stress and the anxiety…
That distort her daily view…
Began the day he left her…
And broke her heart in two…