This Room Poem by vicki christison

Sitting in this room
Overcome with gloom
Out of every corner
The darkness will loom.

I feel the depression sneaking in
Soon now it will be my only friend
The voice of reason isn't here,
The whisper of anxiety is full of fear.

I will no longer fight it,
There's no reason to try,
I'm no longer needed
They've out grown my use
So now I'm treated like an object to abuse.

Emotionally bullied, ignored, and cursed
I need to just leave pack a bag and go.
If only there was a place that I could call home.

I'll sit in this room with the walls closing in
Crying in silence begging it to end.
Depression is smiling it finally won
Anxiety protects me I'm no longer alone.
Vicki Christison
5/5/2024