I hate when I'm laying in bed
Looking up to my ceiling
And I get that sickly feeling in my stomach
From over thinking
Over analysing
And over reacting
I hate myself for thinking this way
I don't understand why I have these doubts
These misleading feelings
These misconstrued thoughts
I shouldn't feel this way
It shouldn't be like this
And I can't wrap my head
Around this large issue
I'm struggling to fit together
This puzzle that my mind
Has created
Why why why why why
It doesn't stop
My breathing is becoming shaky
And my stomach is wanting to empty it's contents
But I swallow it back down
I don't understand why my body is doing these things
Or why I feel this way
There's always new questions
New doubts
New what ifs
New could be's
And I don't get why there can't be
Same go with its
Same who cares'
Same get over its
{L}
