I stress and I worry,
I guess it's just who I am.
I get a knot in my stomach
when I don't have a plan
of what to do, what say,
and instead, I'm left filled with dismay.
I'd rather stay in, stay in my bed, sit at home
and wallow in my feelings, isolated from everyone, left all alone
to drown in stress and worry
and sadness and fear,
until it gets to the point where I wish I wasn't here.
But then I'm faced with the feeling of missing out on all my friendships and on my life;
The fear that I'm no longer living, that things are no longer right.
The fear consumes and eats at me, slowly driving me mad,
that's why I wish I wasn't me; I wish it so bad.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoetryIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
