I feel like I'm about to burst into a thousand pieces,
I hate the pain that it releases,
I'm stuck in a dark wormhole of thoughts,
It's like a never ending bridge that I can't get across.
My actions and emotions reflect a sense of doubt,
It makes me fall off my straight, successful route,
No one can understand the state I'm in,
These thoughts have came from all the places I have been.
It hurts to think I am the barrier in front of my reach to the world,
Interacting with people has made my stomach curled,
it's an internal battle that I feel I'll lose,
but it feels permanent like unwanted tattoos.
I wish I could run away from my mind,
but it is not something that can be redesigned.
