poem four

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TW: mental health, not eating/sleeping, blocking people out

I am the perfect cocktail for bad habits
I have depression and anxiety
I don't sleep and rarely do I eat
I block the people I care for out and never ask for help when I am in need
The normal habits of day to day life seem like endless chores
I let myself get pulled into bad situations that I cant get out of
I float through life expecting nothing to happen even though it always does
I would rather hurt others than let the ever have the chance of hurting me
I refuse to get better because when things are okay they go wrong
I am the perfect cocktail of bad habits

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