Here is my poem thing:
I’m a prisoner in my own mind, I just don’t know how to escape, It keeps telling me I’m a waste of space, messing up my life, I sit here feeling sorry for myself, knowing full well that as each day goes by, the fewer opportunities I have, to make a difference, It’s a daily reminder that I’m running out of time in my life, These are the thoughts that burden my mind, keep me up at night, make me realise that however hard I try, I am not fine. I’m tired, tired of pretending and living these lies, I’m not alright and I haven’t been for a while.
I’m sick to death of feeling sad, walking around with a heavy heart, Putting all my energy into just being okay, when I clearly am not alright, I’m weak, emotional, fragile, I try to put on a strong game face, But the more I try, the more I fail to produce the strong face that everyone is looking for, But all you need to do is ask me the right questions and it’ll all come pouring out. The dark thoughts, anxiety, self-doubts,
how sometimes I just need to sit in a room by myself, to calm the thoughts in my head down. You see on the outside everything is still, everything feels calm, but in here, in my mind, it is so loud.
I feel everything at once, it’s killing me, I’m losing my mind over everything, Tell me, how do I escape? When my worst demons are on the inside, how do I cope? I’m buried alive because it’s an endless battle between my life and my mind, It’s time for me to admit that I’m losing this fight, once and for all, I’m watching my personality slowly die inside, cause the demons are getting to me again and they stay, I’m giving in to it, I’m going onto anxiety’s side.
I just want it to stop! But it won’t stop, it never stops. It will never stop, it just controls you, eats you up and takes over your mind, Makes you believe, that it’s all your fault. And I believe it you know because I don’t know what to believe anymore.
I’m a prisoner in my own mind, I just don’t know how to escape, It keeps telling me I’m a waste of space, messing up my life, I sit here feeling sorry for myself, knowing full well that as each day goes by, the fewer opportunities I have, to make a difference, It’s a daily reminder that I’m running out of time in my life, These are the thoughts that burden my mind, keep me up at night, make me realise that however hard I try, I am not fine. I’m tired, tired of pretending and living these lies, I’m not alright and I haven’t been for a while.
I’m sick to death of feeling sad, walking around with a heavy heart, Putting all my energy into just being okay, when I clearly am not alright, I’m weak, emotional, fragile, I try to put on a strong game face, But the more I try, the more I fail to produce the strong face that everyone is looking for, But all you need to do is ask me the right questions and it’ll all come pouring out. The dark thoughts, anxiety, self-doubts,
how sometimes I just need to sit in a room by myself, to calm the thoughts in my head down. You see on the outside everything is still, everything feels calm, but in here, in my mind, it is so loud.
I feel everything at once, it’s killing me, I’m losing my mind over everything, Tell me, how do I escape? When my worst demons are on the inside, how do I cope? I’m buried alive because it’s an endless battle between my life and my mind, It’s time for me to admit that I’m losing this fight, once and for all, I’m watching my personality slowly die inside, cause the demons are getting to me again and they stay, I’m giving in to it, I’m going onto anxiety’s side.
I just want it to stop! But it won’t stop, it never stops. It will never stop, it just controls you, eats you up and takes over your mind, Makes you believe, that it’s all your fault. And I believe it you know because I don’t know what to believe anymore.
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