Dark room, dark thoughts,
people think so, but there's lots and lots;
It's not always when you sit alone in the dark,
it's also when you sit in the park.
Grim concepts wander through the deserted mind,
each one different,depressing and undefined.
Sitting under the sun but feeling like falling into an endless pitfall,
that is when you know your anxiety hopelessly calls.
Losing interest in the most interesting things,
cutting the dreamy chromatic wings.
it's all when you start feeling empty,
although you have everything and plenty;
there's something in the future you see
and it makes your mind for escape plea;
that's when anxiety hurts,
it makes the sadness reassert.
Before you realise it makes you void
and in little time completely destroyed