The spiralling thoughts
finding the point
of overwhelming anxiety.
The desperate helplessness,
the hopelessness,
the despair.
The desire to hide
and never come out again.
The sun doesn’t shine for me.
So why look for the sunshine?
The rains fall
and so does my mood.
My spirit is tired of fighting.
Can I please just go to sleep?
If I wake up…
will I be a better person?
Saturn's Premier Poet 