Poetry of thought

Literal

I've lost the motivation to rhyme.
Every word I write
It's just a word now.
It's like there's no emotion in them.

I just want to sit.
Stare into the dark.
Wait to fall asleep.

As if waiting would make it dissapear.
The thoughts of others.
My tendencies to leave conversations.
The immense depression I feel.
The bruises I created.

I'm terrified of what I've done.
I've made so many worry.
So many question what's in my head.

Can you see it now?

I'm just ruining it all.

My own and everyone else's perspective.

I dont want to breathe.