“Depression. Losing friends. strict parents. Adhd and anxiety. Suicidal thoughts. eating disorders. Divorced parents.”

In the silent, shadowed corners where the midnight worries lie,  
A mind runs restless marathons no matter how it tries—  
Thoughts electric, tangled, racing, skidding off the track,  
Heavy hearts and heavy eyes and wishing to turn back.  

Once-familiar faces fading, laughter hollow, pale and thin,  
Friendships that once swarmed like swallows now vanish on a whim—  
Lonely echoes fill the hallway, text alerts that never come,  
The sting of absent company, an ache that makes you numb.  

Every rule a mountain, every word a stormy wall,  
Strict voices echo over dreams that never dare grow tall.  
Duties tight upon the wrists, expectations clear and cold—  
You wish for understanding, for a hand you could just hold.  

The mind will not stop spinning—there’s lightning in the veins.  
Focus blurred by clouds of worry, sudden floods of rain.  
To sit, to start, to finish—it's a steep and winding road,  
An anxious hush that blocks the sun and makes the world feel closed.  

The mirror is a battleground, the plate a field of war.  
Fighting every urge and whisper just to eat a little more.  
A war with shadows, weighing worth in ounces and in fears,  
Counting bites and brittle bones, and measuring in tears.  

Between two houses, lives divided, torn by doors and days—  
You pack your memories in boxes, learn to walk two ways.  
Hoping for the warmth of unity, for voices kind and true,  
Longing for a place called “home” that's never just for you.  

The hurt runs quiet, deep, unseen—sometimes it feels too much.  
A wish to quit the hurting, to slip the anchor’s clutch.  
But gentle soul, though storms will come and howl their dark refrain,  
Your story’s ink is unwritten still—there’s hope beyond the rain.  

You are not the sum of sorrow, nor the sum of anxious cries.  
Brighter days have roots in darkness—hope is slow, but it will rise.  
So if the evening feels too heavy, let a whisper carry through:  
You are needed, you are wanted, and the world still waits for you.

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