Be quiet, please.
All I want to do is try to sleep.
I have to scream at myself, "SHUT UP" in my head.
It's getting hard to remember when I last didn't before bed.
I know I sound sick, but I also know that I'm not.
I'm aware of what's happening, I just don't know how to make it stop.
The stress is getting to me and I can't sleep—again.
It seems the belittling inside won't ever dim.
You unhelpful thoughts, please leave me alone.
I'm not going to get anywhere if you're always at home.
You tell me to figure my life out, and what I want to be.
But how can I, when you bury me?
You say a hundred nasty things, trying to blot out my sun.
Your words cause my feet to itch to a run.
To run from my own thoughts, how amusing is that?
To be able to run from thoughts... instead of stuck here, sat.
The contradictions you shout make me want to pull out my hair.
At this point it seems like you're everywhere.
Please, Anxiety, Doubt, Sadness, and Fear,
Please leave me alone—far away from here.
Please.
Shut up.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI love writing poetry... it's a release, ya know? So I decided to write this. It's a collection of poems I wrote. Read if you want *whispers "please read this" quietly*. Uh yeah. Thanks. C O P Y R I G H T E D Thank you 😁
