I feel shitty
I don't even have a good reason to feel shitty and I don't even think I have one at all
I'm tired
I got a whole night's rest last night and I still woke up wishing I could fall back asleep into dreamland and not have to get up
I don't have the energy
I no longer have the energy or motivation to smile or text you. I don't want to put in the work to breathe.
So much has happened in the world I don't even care if my rights get taken away now, if anything i'm expecting it. Waiting for it to happen so maybe then i'll have a real reason to break down and just let everything out.
I wish something terrible had just happened to me or my life.
I wish i was a kid again so i could have a reason.
But I don't have a reason.
I just sit in my room with headphones over my head hoping the daydreams will take me away once again.
Because i feel shitty
I feel exhausted
I feel numb
and maybe if i had a good reason to feel this way, i wouldn't be reading this stupid poem
wondering if something is wrong with me.
YOU ARE READING
Mental Illness Poems
PoesíaAs a mental illness survivor. I decided to write poems about whats it's like to have a mental illness. If you are struggling please know you're not alone. You don't deserve to live like that. You can beat it even if it doesn't go away. I believe in...
