God, are you listening?

Drowning in my own thoughts,
More voices soon twisted into knots,
Falling into the abyss I know all too well,
But I can't do anything but fall into my suffocating shell,
I have anxiety,
You know that thing that gives me the dubiety,
To sit in class with my head down low,
Praying that the professor won't tell me to speak slow.
I also have depression,
It gives me aggression, digression, and self-misconception.
It also makes me not eat,
To the point where I start to shake in my seat.
But all I can do is pray,
Pray that God will take my demons away.
But, in the end, the devil screams in my face,
And the voices say I'm a wasting space.
My ribcage has vines in it,
To the point where it is holding it together with its might and wit.
God, are you listening?
Because I gave up praying.
All you gave me was silence,
And not even a little guidance!
I still taste the pills I had swallowed,
Their presence in my stomach made it feel hallowed,
My whole existence is flawed.
But I doubt you're listening to me, God.

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