A poem by Tahli Benson
It’s cold here,
And I’m finding it hard to breathe.
Sometimes I forget where I am,
But then I remember I’m trapped inside my own head,
A prison world of my own making.
Where the sun doesn’t shine,
And the rain forever pours.
I gasp for air as I find comfort,
Comfort in my own loneliness.
Taken as a hostage in my own bed,
While depression tortures me,
And anxiety sits back and laughs.
If I hadn’t already cried the tears I had left,
So, silently I cry.
My chest aches,
My heart aches.
As each day passes,
My question is why?
Why do I bother?
My next question is what?
What is the point in this life,
This life that I’m not even living?
That I cant live,
As long as I am a hostage in my own head,
Darkness is all around.
But I take another breath.
And I go another day.
Because that’s all you can do.
You keep going.