Crumbling

Insanity.
Craze and fear intertwine as one.
Depression, confusion; I’ve lost my mind!
Thoughts turning, burning in my brain—
None of them are true, yet all of them are.
In a world upside-down—no irony left untouched;
What is this madness that my mind has conceived?
It will pass when Torment is through with me.
Unfathomable mystery—that is who I am.
I hide from all who seek me;
They can’t touch me if they don’t know who I am . . .
Fear, panic, intense pain in my mind, my emotions.
Intensity increases my insanity,
As my world caves in on top of me
Don’t want to—can’t—help others;
I need help myself.
Jesus—HELP!

Depression fueled this poem –  common theme during my teenage years. It explored the hopeless and terrible thoughts that I had on a regular basis. Many times I felt like I was at the end of my rope. I felt isolated and misunderstood. I knew I needed help to get through my pain, and as you see, at the end I did cry out for help to the only one who I felt understood me – Jesus.

Where do you turn in times of distress? How do you cope with negative emotions? Let’s explore this theme further in the comments below.

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