My Anxiously Depressed State of Mind
A colourful room
A disorganized mess
My brain.
My thoughts take control
I feel like I'm going to hell.
Life sucks.
Everyone is just as frustrated with me
As I am with life.
People have their own life to worry about
They don't need to worry about mine.
I feel very alone
My thoughts go off independently
I have no control.
My subcausious parinoid mind takes over.
Wheels are constantly turning
Going too fast to keep up.
If I just go to bed
And go to sleep
I can wake up when I am equipped
To handle all this reality.
Copyright © Jessica Erhardt | Year Posted 2015
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