overthinking. it's a hell you can't escape, as you find yourself wrapped up in the hate. you try and you try to forget, but you just can't get over it. is it something they said? I ask my brain as I lay awake in my bed. is it something they didn't say? as I find myself overthinking every day. everyone gets in their head, but why do I flood myself with dread. it can't be just me, right? as I cry myself to sleep every night. maybe this is how I'm supposed to feel, but then why do they think it's not real. I spoke up about overthinking, but they just looked at me and said, "poor thing". I need help I say sticking to my dedication, as all the doctor offered was medication. I think "surely someone cares", as my head says nobody is there. finally, I get into therapy, but my mind is now my worst enemy.
Authors Note: heyyy it's my first official posted poem! It's not perfect but it doesn't need to be. I recently got diagnosed with severe anxiety and it's overwhelming, so I wrote this about it. there's more on the way I promise. Bye for now!
9/3/2023
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Poetryhey! I'm not claiming to be a professional writer by any means, but I write poetry sometimes, and I think they're really something. all of these are written by me, so please, if you don't like them, just scroll as I write about very serious, very im...
