The days are running and so are my thoughts,
Again, I overthink and in my chest are knots.
I don't want to think about anything anymore,
Inside my head is nothing but a losing war.
I want to rid of the loathing I feel for I,
I'm not at my best, now that I won't deny.
I'm lost in my head, the worst place to be,
Yet I say nothing, so I won't disturb thee.
Emotionally unstable, still I try to stand,
Dejectedly observing the life, I never planned.
Thinking and overthinking once furthermore,
I'm so debilitated and my heart is sore.
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