Fucking help me
My heart is racing
I can't tell if it's because of the thought of you
Or because the idea of you
Of the hope
Or the heartbreak
I had my mind set on something
And now it wont stop
I can't forget what I thought
I can't stop seeing you
Why the fuck
Is my head stuck
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
