Overthinking Poems

2-9-2025

I’m nineteen years young, 
Every minute is spent thinking.
“I’m fed up, 
I’m here,
I’m done.” 
Was eighteen years when the sunny days finally begun, 
Now I could disappear off of this sphere, 
I just wanted to be near someone. 

I’ve been thinking. 
“When is it my turn, 
When do I get to appear hurt in front

Overthinking

Where are you going? 
I ask myself 
In fear of knowing 
What direction am I rowing 
Is this where I want to be 
or am I growing 
I don't know who I can Ask 
Which is annoying 
Are these satans thoughts?
Is there something that they're imposing?
Or is this the cost of my sins 
The destruction

Someone's Always

You're one of the reasons why the smile sees
You're stare is the one who gives me peace
Holding hands while the silent meet
The ambience is so light cause you're one of the pieces

The unplanned is better than the planned
You're such a beautiful, unexpected bond
The invisible string gets connected in the hand
The eyes meet - talk and

Too Much

It’s not alright
                                                    

OVERTHINKING

Why is the heart so confusing 
You’ve been told it’s wrong
You know it’s wrong
But you crave for them more
Not even physically
Just their presence is more than enough
You give until you’re drained
Wondering why you don’t receive as much
You care so much 
Why isn’t it the same 
You want people to feel loved and cared for
But it

Overthinking

I leaned back in my chair and carefully thought, 
'bout what is to be, and what is not,
and the things that are and the things which was, 
and what doesn't and that which does.  
Just then, I leaned too far and fell on my head.
I'd finish the thought, but now I'm dead.

Overthinking

Why is the heart so confusing 
You’ve been told it’s wrong
You know it’s wrong
But you crave for them more
Not even physically
Just their presence is more than enough
You give until you’re drained
Wondering why you don’t receive as much
You care so much 
Why isn’t it the same 
You want people to feel loved and cared for
But it

2

The worst curse
of being human
is thinking too much.

Doubt is born,
then resentment,
then your own hatred.

Regretfully,
I’ve created
what I never wanted:
a pain of the soul.

Overthinking

She told me to go to bed.

Briefly, it seems like nothing,

But she isn’t a parental figure, and I am not six—

So why is a bedtime in order?

In my head, it tells me she’s bored of me,

That my weird facts have run dry,

And my personality has become an interest of the past.

My heart tells me she’s

A Black Hole

A dark void, my soul completely destroyed
Everything wrong hit me, like an asteroid

The wrongdoings I’ve done, the pain I've faced
The tears I’ve shed, and the sick aftertaste

I’m often misunderstood, called “Emo” and “sad”
But they don’t see my thoughts, and they should be glad 

There’s more to see, but it’s a lot for me
Everyone around me

My overthinking

Do you ever lie in bed with the voices in your head 
Telling you their next plan 
Like a disease that doesn’t go away
But this time it’s in your head 

When it’s quiet and your reminded 
Of your mistakes the ones that never truly go away 

Sometimes I feel as tho if I shout out

I don't know

I don’t know 

I don’t know
I keep thinking and thinking
Thoughts revolting
Emulsifying
Into one
With questions left to ponder on  one
With more than one answer
But yet I can't find the key to them all
Which one should it be
The less aching one? 
 I don't know
Because wouldn't that be my answer to these questions? 
My comfort? My ease?

The Unraveling Mind

Have you ever wondered what people are thinking about
What’s playing on repeat in their head 
Their- 
World 
The place where they spend all their time 
Thinking a thousand thoughts  per minute
Ideas, School, work, worries, Family, thoughts, friends, overthinking,
Thinking
 over and over and over again.
All these things pile up rather fast 
Soon everything is too

While the hours away

While the hours away..

To have this worry for so long,
Then suddenly realise it has gone.
I sit and while the hours away,
Nothing to think and nothing to say.
It’s strange how consumed 
Your mind can become
Your feelings fester and overrun.
Then before you know it
It has disappeared,
Your darkest thoughts
Of what you feared.
Are nothing but a distant memory now,
You

Overthinking

Why can’t I just be honest?
Why is it so hard to tell you?
I’m more terrified of rejection 
Then being left in the dark.

Why am I having trouble 
To trust you and your intentions?
Am I getting too paranoid
Or should I trust my gut this time?

Cause when I mess up with you
I always keep blaming myself.
Whenever I

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