by R. Hyden
A poem about treating anxiety
|I attack my anxiety and panic with a brutal dedication.
My doctor even put me on some wicked medication.
Two days and never noticed any difference in my brain.
Three days I was running from a nightmare kind of pain.
With all the haunting voices consuming every thought.
They whisper in my ear, you know we can’t be caught.
My brain is scattered and couldn’t tell the real in my head.
I had to stop the medication before they found me dead.
Medication helps a lot of people but it’s not the one for me.
When I stopped the medication it`s like they set me free.
Rob Hyden *in plain sight*