By Garima Dhanania
It's getting bad again,
I can feel the storm coming.
The panic attacks are returning,
And my life jacket is deflating.
The nights are getting sleepless,
Darkness is engulfing everything.
I can't even feel the numbness,
As the waves push me beneath.
I am being dragged down,
In the velvet box of my own mind.
Will this pass over again,
Or leave me six feet under this time.
For, I want to fight,
But I cannot win this night.