Praying for Better Days
The doctor chose some pills to prescribe,
Promising that the symptoms would subside.
That's the thing about depression and anxiety,
They never really leave.
People say life is worth the wait,
But it's so hard when you are your own mind's bait.
It's a folding hand you're being dealt.
No one truly understands the pain until it's felt.
When you're lying on the floor crying,
You cannot breathe and swear you are dying.
Scary, negative thoughts entering from all ways,
As you are on your knees praying for better days.